Jarl Igmund POV:
I charge through the keep, my guards already sweeping the place. I slam open every door, rip through everything in my path, and watch for the sign of grey skin. I almost tackle my smith to the ground, mistaking him for Urzoga. The Orc himself quickly disappears, smart enough to realize everyone is on the lookout for an Orc. It's a female Orc they're looking for, but it still might not be smart to be seen right now. The keep is in disarray, every soul alive looking for the woman who seems to have escaped justice. However, it became clear after a few days the woman isn't hiding in Understone Keep.
Now we've been at this for a month. I've sent men to scour the city and riders to search The Reach, but my hopes aren't high. I drink a bottle of beer, then go to the Khajiit's room. I open the door, quickly stepping inside. The woman is curled up on the bed, and I make my way over to her. Her sleeping wear is torn, and her bed sheets are splattered in blood. I sit down beside her, reaching out to rub her back. After a few moments, I ask, "Do you want to talk about it?". We aren't close friends, but I can imagine what she's going through. Well, I actually can't. She was abused by a woman who had complete power over her, and then raped when she was finally free. However, the Khajiit says, "No.". I let it drop. Pushing her would make it worse. Wouldn't it? I don't have the slightest clue.
I pat her on the shoulder, and notice the cuffs on her hands. I reach over, begin to remove them, and ask, "Why are you chained?". She shrugs and says, "The guards keep chaining me, so I can't 'escape'.". I rub her side and tell her, "I'm certain we've almost got her, my men are almost in the homeland of the Orcs. She can't hide forever.". When my friend doesn't say anything I tell her, "I have a surprise for you.". She sighs and ask, "What?". I toss her chains to the side and announce, "You're free. I don't give a damned about the case. Go to my healer, get an exam, and then I'll give you everything back. It'll be like this never happened.".
We both know that's a lie. So much has happened, and I can't do enough. I castrated the two guards who were watching over her, but only after one admitted to being paid off by the Orc. I executed Urzoga's guards, who admitted to releasing the Orc for the promise of power. Now I have two guards hanging in my dungeons, their cocks fed to the rats. The men originally fought my logic, but ceased their begging when I stated, 'By letting Urzoga go you aided her in raping the Khajiit, and therefore should be held responsible. None of you stuck your cock in the victim, but you may as well have raped her.'. I thought their punishment might make my friend happier, but she hasn't moved from her bed in a month.
I can practically see her losing weight, and her muscles have all but fled her. The woman slowly sits up, shaking her head as she says, "No. This changes everything. She ruined me. She took everything I ever cared about.". I already know one of the answers, but I ask, "What did she take?". The Khajiit manages to shakily stand, relying on the wall for support as she answers, "My virtue, good name, dignity, faith in humanity, self-respect, and ability to trust. I'm nothing. The singers use to sing to me, the mighty Dovahkiin. The woman who saved the world twice, destroyed an ancient vampire coven, and killed the traitor Ulfric Stormcloak.".
"The same woman who made the tremendous dragon named Paarthurnax pay for his crimes, swore never to use her thu'um again, and destroyed The Dark Brotherhood.". I swear I see tears in her eyes as she says, "The bards now sing of the horrible Dovahkiin. The woman who helped the Forsworn, couldn't survive in the mine, and got what she deserved.". I reach out to comfort her and tell her, "That's not what they say-". She pulls back and snarls, "Have you heard the songs they're coming up with?!". I open my mouth to say something, but before I can she's telling me, "The Orc and The Forsworn! The Warden and the Weakling! The Blind Ogre and the Khajiit!". I fall silent, unaware what to say.
I swallow nervously and ask, "What do you want me to do?". The woman struggles to pull herself away from the wall as she says, "Let me go. Let me take my life back into my own hands.". I stand and tell her, "Get an examination, and I'll allow it.". The woman is instantly wobbling towards the door, and I quickly go and use my shoulder to support her. I walk her to my healer, the woman constantly tugging on my arm and encouraging me to go faster. She's walking like a stereotypical drunk, almost crashing into everything that comes near her. Finally, we reach the healer and I can let her go. I give the man orders to report to me, then sit down to wait outside. I can't help sighing.
The healer looks terrified when he reports to me, the Khajiit in another room. I clear my throat and ask, "Your report?". He gulps and says, "She's underweight, but that's about it. Besides, one other problem.". I snarl when he doesn't elaborate, and the man quickly squeaks before saying, "The Black Lion Disease! She has The Black Lion Disease! Urzoga must have had it and not known!". I freeze and whisper, "How far?". He wrings his hands as he says, "Warts are already on the inside of her mouth. Eventually, those will go away. Then, a rash will appear all over her mouth. After that goes away, another rash will appear all over her body. These will all be painless, and all will eventually fade. Finally, the disease will kill her.".
"This will all take ten to thirty years, but there's no stopping it. Don't be fooled by her skin, there will be times when it looks as if she isn't diseased at all. It just means the disease is asleep inside her, waiting. The last year or so of her life are going to be torment, the final rash the one that becomes unbearable.". I have no words, simply sitting there like a mute. When I gather my words I ask, "What should I do?". The healer pulls on his collar and answers, "Don't tell her, there's nothing you can do. And, fucking is the only way to get the disease. Allow her to be free, she won't find someone willing to lick her cunt or touch her. Just let her live her life in ignorance, she'll know soon enough.". I nod and stand. I know what I have to do.
I walk the Khajiit to the door, the woman's only possession her plain robes. Urzoga's last act before fleeing was to do something with the woman's belongings, and we can't find them no matter how we try. When we're at the door the woman says, "Goodbye.". I open my mother to say something, to say anything. But the woman is already gone, rushing down the steps. Where will she go? What will she do? I don't have the fainest idea, and I'm not sure I want to know. I turn around and walk back to my throne. I have a city to run.
Urzoga POV:
I drink another ale, the Orcs around me singing and dancing. I'm in some obscure little village back in my home province, the mountain town almost wiped off the map. I'm well past drunk, but my coin purse isn't near empty. This place is too tiny to have anything or real work, and they've been forced to remove almost every tradition of our culture. They don't even have a proper chieftain, but I'm not complaining in the least. The village needed a smith desperately, and I have just enough experience that I'm good enough for a job. I've been making nails, horseshoes, and crude weapons. It's not much, but now I'm rich. My appearance had to change greatly, but one haircut later and I'm unrecognizable. I might be paranoid, but it's better safe than sorry.
I finish my drink, stand, and make my way back to my small home. It wasn't cheap, but it's better than staying at the inn. When I'm inside I collapse in bed, reflecting on my life like I do almost every night. I lost my job, but now I'm richer than I ever could have imagined. I can't return to Skyrim for a while, but the rest of the world is open to me. And, best of all, I got to ruin the Khajiit's life. Yeah, I'm more than pleased with my life. I consider fucking my own hand as I remember the woman, but I'm too tired to. I yawn, close my eyes, and drift into the wonderful thoughtlessness of sleep.
Dovahkiin POV:
I slowly walk along the bleak grey streets of Markarth, a cold sheet of rain falling down on me. I shiver and make my way down one of the side streets, the slum area of the city. I collapse against one of the walls of the ally, shaking as I slowly slide down. I swallow, my throat screaming in protest. I'm not sure how long it's been since I've had something to eat, but it's been far too long. On the bright side, I have all the water I want. It's probably not clean, but what else can I do? I fall onto my side, crawling over to a puddle to drink. I feel disgusted with myself, I'm lapping at a puddle like a common cat. But I can't go back to the keep, not after everything that's happened. And I'm not going back to the mine, that's for sure.
I want to leave the city, but I don't have the coin to pay for a carriage. I could always try on my own, but I'm unarmed, unarmored, and the weakest I've ever been. I may as well face it, my journey is at its end. I'm lapping at my puddle when a shoe crashes down in front of me, splattering me with water. I close my eyes and turn my head to the side, already expecting a kick. I've only been on the streets for a few weeks, and I already know what to expect when someone better off than me runs across me. However, the boot doesn't deliver a swift kick or splash me with more water. I slowly look up, Hamal standing over me. The woman is the head priestess at The Temple of Dibella. I helped her organization once, but that was a long time ago.
The woman is awkwardly looking around everywhere, she's fidgeting, and her hood is drawn over her head. She kneels down beside me, and I force myself up into a sitting position. Hamal clears her throat and whispers, "I'm aware of what you did to Urzoga.". I feel a thousand conflicting emotions running through me, but force myself to stay calm as I ask, "What did I do?". The Nord sighs and answers, "You prostituted yourself to her.". I feel rage build up inside me, but before I can the woman does something nobody has ever done before. She shoves a chunk of moist bread into my hands.
Without asking I begin to tear into the meal, the woman in front of me saying, "I know the bread isn't much, but I have more food at my room in the inn. Beer to, and some dry clothes if you want them.". I've slowed down eating the bread, aware of what the woman wants. She wants me to whore myself out to her for food, beer, and a change of clothes. I'm about to say no, but the woman adds, "I'll let you stay the night, so you don't get wet. I'll even pay you a little gold. After we're done, of course.". I swallow a bite of bread, looking down at the ground. I'm not a prostitute. As if reading my mind the woman says, "Or you could stay out here. In the cold, with only a single piece of bread to fill your stomach.". The woman holds out her hand, an obvious invitation. I already know what choice I'm making.
Hamal drags me into her room at the inn, making sure her face is hidden. She slams the door behind her, locks it, and instantly begins relieving herself of her robes. I follow her lead, shedding my simple robe. I'm a soaking wet mess, but the woman throws me a towel and says, "You have a few minutes.". She begins digging around in her chest. I examine the dingy inn room, The Silver-Blood Inn went downhill while I was in jail. I don't have to wonder why the woman would want to fuck me here, her priesthood would be renounced if she was found in the company of a lady of the night.
I towel off as much as I can, my pelt my last redeeming feature. I've lost weight and muscle, so my body isn't a pleasant sight to look out. It causes me to wonder why Hamal would want me, but I don't have to wonder long. It only makes sense she would want me, I'm the only 'prostitute' in Markarth and I'm certain Urzoga bragged about fucking me to someone. I'm just toweled off when I feel someone open my legs, and Hamal puts something on me. I look down and see a fake cock attached to my cunt, the glass object dyed purple. I'm about to say something, but Hamal's actions cut me off. She walks over to the bed, crawls onto all fours, and says, "Come on, get to work.". I suppose my payment comes later, so I go ahead and go what I have to.
I walk up behind her, spread the woman's legs, and line my fake cock up with her cunt. I'm inside of her in one quick thrust of my hips, the woman below my sighing in pleasure. Damn she was wet. I roll my head back so I'm looking up at the ceiling, my hips beginning to pound in and out of the priestess below me. I'm certain another me in another time would have laughed her ass off at this sight, a priestess paying a female prostitute to fuck her in some cheap inn room. That woman died when she was thrown into Cidhna Mine, and this new woman has taken her place.
This new woman leaves a foul taste in my mouth, I know she would be the kind of person I use to hate. My thoughts are interrupted by Hamal pulling away from me, turning around, and taking my fake cock off of me. I guess she's done with me. That was surprisingly quick, but I was allowing my thoughts to wander and I'm not complaining. Hamal gives me some beer and bread, finding me some clothes to wear. Finally, she gives me my pay. One hundred gold. I pocket it and go to leave, but the woman stops me and says, "I promised you a place to stay tonight. Come on, hold me until the morning and I'll give you another hundred gold.". I sigh and do as she says, wrapping the other woman in my arms. As we drift into sleep I wonder where my life will lead from here. Where do I want it to lead? I don't know.
I moan and writhe beneath Muiri, begging like she likes, "Please!". The smirking Breton above me halts her movements, and I whine in fake disappointment. Muir cockily ask, "What do you want?". I whimper, run my hands along her naked shoulders, and beg, "Harder, please!". Muiri moans in arousal and begins pounding into me even faster, the fake cock she's wearing piercing my cunt. I got that fake cock a week ago, and it's already paying off. I allow my customer to pound into me for a few minutes, then give a fake wail of pleasure. I pretend to thrash and buck in pleasure, trapping the woman's waist between my legs.
I'll never understand Muiri. She pays for me, but never wants me to fuck her. She'll pound into my all night, but refuses to let me touch her. Oh well, I get paid either way. Muiri slowly pulls out of me, enjoying my whimpers of fake pleasure. My client curls up beside me, already promising fifty extra gold if I stay the night. I don't see why not, extra gold is always good. As I lie there I reflect on my life. I've finally become what Urzoga called me so many times before. A literal whore. I've been lucky to only get female clients, and the pay has been decent enough. If I save right, one day I'll be able to afford my own house in the city. Then, I can start fucking people in my own bed. Until then I'll just have to sleep with my clients, or buy a room at the inn.
I feel my own juices and sweat drying on my cunt, but I couldn't care less. What brought me to this? Not more than three months ago I was a blushing maid, proud of my power and virtue. Now I spread my legs for fifty gold. I feel sick and disgusted just thinking about myself, and how low I've sunk. I've fucked anyone who can afford me, or who has a room and a hot meal. Everyone's brushed off my claims of being raped by Urzoga as stories. I mean, what whore wouldn't fuck a wealthy warden? The Jarl won't even look at me when we're forced into one another's presence. I could afford a carriage to leave, but where would I go?
'The Whore Dovahkiin' is the talk of Skyrim, and I've even had a few customers from other towns and cities. An innkeeper from Whiterun, a merchant from Riverwood, and a warrior from Riften. But I couldn't care less, they're just more customers. I feel tears prick behind my eyes, but I force them down. Whores can't have emotions, or else this job gets a thousand times harder. I'm a filthy whore now, I have to accept that. All of my hopes and dreams are gone, and I'll have to get over that. I need to numb myself to the world, so it can't bite back. Muiri snuggles closer to me and I sigh. I close my eyes. I need to sleep. I don't know what the morning holds. If I'm lucky it'll be another customer. If I'm unlucky it'll be another freezing day on the streets. I've never been lucky.
The End
So we come to another end. I really enjoyed writing this story, and I want to thank every single person who ever read and/or reviewed this. It's wonderful to see others enjoying my stories, and know that my words aren't just getting lost in the vast sea of words that makes up the world. However, we've once again reached the point where I need another story. I have four really good ideas I like, but feel free to tell me your own.
Female Khajiit Dragonborn/Potema. Suspense and angst. This one will focus of what could have happened it the Dragonborn had been just a little slower, and gotten her throat slit. This one will involve magical and mental enslavement, necrophilia, BDSM, and nercormany. This will focus of Potema attempting to return to her former glory, with the undead Khajiit at her side. Any ending will be fucked up, but it could be 'good' or 'bad' on your perspective.
Female Khajiit Dragonborn/Elenwen. Suspense and romance (of the screwed up kind). Another sequel, but this time to Disgusting. This one will focus on Lydia's life without her thane, Delphine still attempting to 'help' the Dragonborn, the raising of the twins, the growing slave trade in the embassy, and Elenwen securing her slave. The ending is currently in the air.
Rigel Strong-Arm/Female Khajiit Dragonborn. A (screwed up) romance and adventure. This story is going to focus on a truly 'evil' Dragonborn. It'll just be like the Dragonborn got sick of being unappreciated in the holds, and decided crime was a better way to go. She decides to work below Rigel Strong-Arm (the leader of Pinewatch), and the story will go on from there. It'll involve a lot of murder, theft, and major crimes. This will be a romance, but more of a two villains falling in love. It'll have a happy ending.
Mjoll the Lioness or Lydia/Female Khajiit Dragonborn. Romance and adventure. A story following the Dragonborn's rise to power, with Mjoll/Lydia by her side. In this one the Khajiit will be a 'hero'. Destroying the Dark Brotherhood, refusing to join the Thieves Guild, and helping people. Ending in the air.
