This chapter contains Lemon. It has no significance to the story and is clearly marked where it begins and ends. If it's not your cup of tea, just don't read it.

Our chapter begins ,as many do, with a naked man, followed by a an older man, running in fear from a variety of angry half naked people.

"FUCK! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! RUN OLD MAN! RUN!" I screamed behind me. I was so done with this place. If the old fart didn't make it, oh well. I didn't even care anymore. Far more was on the line here.

"DARLING!" A shrill voice cried.

As I ran faster. True fear in my heart, my dick swaying with each leg pump, I couldn't help cursing the set of circumstances that had led to all this nonsense.

I had started my grand quest for the dark lord by wandering off into the wilderness. My plan was to interrogate the first foresworn I came across.

It didn't take long, because as I walked near the road south, I was ambushed by a man wearing pelts and feather. He had two supports behind him, but that didn't help him any. Two ice bullets, and some lite torture later, I had a rumor about a captive being kept at Gloomreach camp. It's amazing what kind of information a man will give out if you threaten to literally cook his balls.

Anyway, after leaving him a blubbering mess, I headed southeast.

Infiltrating the camp wasn't actually that hard. The mountains made it somewhat easy to scope out the location from above, and I took my time playing finger gun sniper on the lookouts.

I thought it was all going well. That should have been my first hint.

After sneaking into their base, it quickly became apparent that I wasn't the stealthiest person. That is to say I was almost immediately spotted. I gave it my best effort. I had even dropped a save point right before I entered.

Walking down the first hall quietly, I used my ears to listen to the large chamber ahead. I wasn't sure where Logrolf was being kept, but I assumed if the forsworn had taken over these ruins, they would be using the ruins cells.

I charged two ice bullets, and bolted around the corner. I took out what looked like a forsworn witch, and hit another in the chest. But to my shock, he didn't go down. Man had a hole punched clean through himself, but was still alive. I had just enough time to realize I was dealing with a briar heart, before I saw a spell being fired from my right.

I couldn't react in time, and mentally accepted I was going to reset.

Then my body froze. My joints and muscles locked painfully, and I fell to the floor.

Shit. I had been hit with a paralysis spell. That was top tier Alteration! Who in this back water could preform that?

I struggled with all my might to pan my eyes. It was frustrating and uncomfortable to be restricted of something so basic and intuitive. I managed to glance just a glimpse of my attacker. And my blood froze.

You know that feeling when you've fucked up, and you realize it's in a way that you can't fix. Like, your mind knows it, but tries to go into denial before reality reaches it and you just stare dumbfounded. Because that's how I feel.

Because, in hind site, I should have considered this a possibility. I was looking a the raptor clawed toes of a hagraven. And she was doing this and that about me.

The next few hours(days?) were…unpleasant.

I awoke chained to a table outside. Of course, I tried to revert to a previous save. But I guess those worked only as quick saves, not full saves. What I'm trying to say is that, while I slept I auto saved. God, take a shot for ever time I just said 'save'.

It was good to know, honestly it's a shame that I discovered it while a hagraven harvested my organs. Fuck, had these bastards never heard of anesthesia?

Sorry, I'm a little loopy at the moment. My brain has kinda fucked off as a way of dealing with the torture.

Who even fucking tortures anyway? Fucking psychos, that's who. Where was I? Oh yeah. So here I am, chained to this table. Did I mention how freaking cold I am? Because I am. Bitch took all my cloths off. I'm outside. In Skyrim. With my magic suppressed. Which I feel like is a growing theme. Anyway, the cold has had some …minor consequences. This who thing is making me feel a bit insecure if you know what I mean. I'm feeling a bit shriveled. It's the cold damnit!

I was trying anything to take my mind away from this. Just rambling out loud. The hagraven even nodded along as I talked sometimes.

Also, can we just talk for a minute. Who the Fuck modded my Skyrim? Because that is not a hagraven. Hagraven are supposed to be old and ugly.

This hagraven was not either of those. I mean, she wasnt Aerana levels of pretty, or, even my face levels of pretty. But she wasn't what I imagined from my memories of hagravens. In fact, she looked like a more adult version of papi from Everyday Life With Monster Girls. Just less blue, and more feathers on her thighs.

She had raptor clawed feet, a full set of wings on her arms. Fully bipedal too. If anything, it was like the hagravens from the Skyrim I knew had lost all their feathers as they got old. And you know, not be ugly as fuck. She was quite capable of flight too as with every reset I saw her fly down form a perch above. She would be kinda hot with her pirky little chest, tiny waist, and lack of conventional clothing. If not for the whole stabbing thing. I'm kinda hung up on that if you haven't noticed. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure some freak out there has wet dreams of being disemboweled by a cute bird girl. I wasn't into it. The whole harvesting me for alchemical parts was a major turn off, but at least she was friendly as she murdered me I guess?

Currently, she was shaving my chest and armpits. I guess they got in the way of whatever they used my harvested skin for. She hummed as she worked, and I talked about everything and nothing. I was trying not to think about what came next. Have you ever been flayed? I have. I don't recommend it.

"I'm telling you Donna. It makes no sense. We pay inn grill cooks basically nothing, and treat them like trash. We don't consider what they do as important, and yet paradoxically our society would crumble if they all decided to quit at once. But then every tom, rich, and Charlie basically expect you to suck their dick because they grilled food themselves one day out of the week for like an hour. Meanwhile, their wives have spent hours marinating said grilled meat and prepping the side dishes. Its like some parody of a dystopian hellscape. Know what I'm saying?"

Donna nodded her head. Her hair bobbing with her. Honestly, she wasn't that bad. Aside from the fact she kept killing me in the worst way imaginable, she was oddly kind. If a bit scatterbrained.

"Oh yes, yes. Donna agrees. Donna agrees. Hubris man things do not value the labor of other less coined man things. Yes, yes."

See what I mean. Anyway, pretty soon she would start preforming what would admittedly be pretty impressive surgery. Were I not, you know, awake and breathing.

"Ok, I'm gonna be frank here Donna. I've tried begging, threatening, even tempting you with answers of the cosmos. What do I have to do to get you not to carve me up like a middle school science project? I'm serious." My eyes followed her as she walked Around the table. She muttered to herself and didn't acknowledge what I had said. "Come on Donna. There must be something. I'm like this close" I held my thumb and index finger a bit apart to demonstrate my point "to attempting seduction here. And I'm sure neither of us wants to be subjected to that."

The hagraven(harpy?) paused in her muttering. She looked at me confused, then tilted her head in intrigue. Oh god please don't let that be the solution. I swear to the Divines, I will do it. I would even do it if she was the original hagraven, if only to escape this. But that doesn't mean I won't cry about it later. Preferably to a therapist.

"You would find Donna pretty? You lie! You lie to not die!" She bit her corner lip in a way that was almost cute. God fucking damn it. This was the Gundam all over again. I just know some god or prince is fucking with me. It has to be. I bet it's Sam. This seems like the kind of bullshit he would pull.

"No. You are pretty. In a way." I winced at how Frank I was being. Look, in my defense, I hadn't done this song and dance since early college. But if this was my only way out, then I was determined. I just hope I didn't have to preform trial and error. "Seriously. You're the prettiest harpy I've ever seen." I'm like 90% sure she's a harpy at this point. And what is said isn't even technically a lie, being as the other hagravens we're ugly as hell. And I'm calling her a harpy because that's what she looks like. It's decided.

She cooed, actually cooed, and put down her scalpel. A good sign I hoped. Then she was hovering over my face, her eagle Amber eyes staring into mine. I felt her hot breath on my face. It didn't smell as bad as I thought it would. Then again, being in a medieval society had greatly increased my tolerance for bad odors.

She stared. And I stared back. And she stared. And I stared back. And she stared. And now I was uncomfortable. Well, more uncomfortable.

"You have beautiful eyes." I said trying to break…whatever this was. That caused her to blink. Finally.

"Donna…has beautiful eyes?" she asked it as if it was a difficult concept to grasp.

"Um, yeah. They're interesting. I've never seen that color before." Just be honest. Your just a man tied to a table, desperately attempting to, I don't know, bone your way out of this situation. I am so screwed.

Then, Donna blushed. Blushed! It was adorable! Almost enough to make me forget all the times she was elbow deep inside my abdomen. And not in the fun way.

"You! You just want to make Donna let you go. All the same. All the same! I let you go, you run away. Or you kill Donna! You came to kill servants. Invader!" she accused slammer her wing down on the table. Sweat beaded on my forehead as her very scary wing talons came down very close to my outer thigh. It seemed some smuck had tried this before. Well, I would just have to try better.

"Look. I'm sorry I invaded your home. Truthfully, I would have rather left you and yours alone. But I was asked, well, ordered really, to get this old dude out of your camp by one of the scarier daedric princes. Molag bal specifically." I explained. I could tell she knew who that was by how her feather stood on end.

Her leg talons was on my neck in an instant and I knew I had said something wrong. "A servant! A servant of the Grave king! The defiler!"

My eyes wide with panic, I struggled against her sharp toes. "No. Not a servant! He has something I need. Without it, the world is ruined." Her grip let up just a bit. Enough for me to gulp in a breath of air. At any other time, I might enjoy the unobstructed view I was being shown. What with how little clothing she had on. Or appreciate the amount of flexibility it took to hold someone down with one leg and stand in the other.

But at the moment I was doing damage control.

"World ruined? How?"

I then explained to the best of my ability our quest. The dragon's, the elder scroll, why I needed the mace, and Alduin. Throughout it all, she stood like a statue. Unblinking. I'd have thought she was dead if not for her chest rising and falling.

Then, her talons came off my neck.

Then she looked sad. "Hmmm. Telling the truth. Have to let you go." Woohoo! Go honesty. Should have tried that from the start.

She undid my legs first, then my arms. I rubbed my cuffs, even if my body wasn't chaffed, my mind thought they were. I sat up on the table. But Donna was turned away from me. She shook slightly, and I didn't know what was happening at first.

Then I heard a small sob. I felt guilty hit me then. Which was bullshit because she had been torturing and killing me for what was probably days from my perspective.

But, my bleeding heart whispered that this Donna hadn't done anything other than paralysis me after I invaded and attacked her home. God damnit.

"Hey. What's wrong. Why are you crying?" I asked her.

She turned to me, using her Feathered arms to wipe away her tears. "Don't really like me. Think I'm ugly. Just gonna run away." I winced. Yeah, that had been my plan. But, I guess my plan had also included seducing her. So, I guess I could push it a bit that way. Just a bit.

[Lemon start]

I walked up to her slowly. My hands in full sight, I lifted one up to her face. Her eyes widened, and she flinched. Oh, right. I was a wizard. I guess she thought I was going to kill her. She tensed up ready to fight, but was surprised when my hand only ghosted over her face.

"I didn't lie. You are pretty. I might even go as far as to say beautiful." My hand slid up further from her cheek along her jaw line. I felt the softness of her ear, and cherished the side of her face. "What about me? Am I pretty?" I asked with a smile. I let the part of me that was a goofball shine through. The part razz had always liked. She told me to move on. And while I don't think this counted, it was a start.

Her face started to haze over. Her eyes were glazed like she was high. Between that, the moon light, and her lustful smile, I had to say. The image was quite erotic. "Yes." She purred. "Very pretty. Pretty, pretty. All for me." I placed my hand on her waist, and she moved in to press her body to my own.

I would be lying if I said the feeling of how warm and soft she was didn't have an effect on me. Her feather that covered her lower portion and abdominal area felt wonderful against my bare skin. They radiated heat and my cold body clung to their softness.

I ran my hand through her hair as I started to kiss her. I went slow at first, unsure of her level of experience. She was confused by the action, but moaned in enjoyment. She soon began reciprocating, and all the stimulation was causing a reaction in me. She let out a small squeak when my erect penis pressed softly into her groin area.

Then, a deep moan as I guided it to grind against her sex. I could feel it past the initial trough of feathers between her thighs. It was bare skin underneath though. I of course knew this already to the view she had given me, but feeling it without visual intervention was something else.

"Feels…good" She moaned softly into my mouth. By now I had moved onto sucking on her lips, and teasing her tongue. The hand that had been resting on her cheek was no longer necessary to be guiding her to my lips. She now did that all on her own. Passionately I might add. While our tongues battles for supremacy, my hand had moved down to her chest and abdominal. I ran it up and down between her small perky mounds. My dominant hand was firmly on her ass as I held her close to myself. The wonderful torturous grinding being wonderful and agony at the same time.

I pulled away from her lips, and a trail of saliva fell between us. Landing in the valley of our mashed bodies.

"Does Donna want to go further?" I asked breathily. And honestly, I wasn't sure what I was gonna do if she said no. I was sure if what I wouldn't do, because I'm not Molag Bal, and have no intention of emulating him. But I might just throw myself off the ledge just to return to a normal state of mind.

"Yessss." She breathed out. Her face was flushed and her eyes half lidded. I could feel her absolutely dripping onto my member. "Donna needs it. Please. Give it to Donna. Please"

I leaned in to kiss her again, both hands resting on her butt cheeks, before my fingers sank deep into the cushions of her bum and I lifted her up. On instinct, she wrapped her long legs around my waist. With her head being higher than mine she took advantage of the height difference to press down into the kiss and attempt total domination. But she was inexperienced, and so she quickly found herself losing ground.

Idly, I noticed she was ridiculously light. Like she might have weight 60lb soaking wet. She was half bird, so maybe she had hollow bones? Well whatever. It did mean however that I had absolutely no problem lining myself up with her entrance.

As she was properly aroused, she slid right onto me without any resistance. Our kiss was long forgotten as with every inch of my fairly moderate tool, her mouth made a slowly increasing O as she looked straight up to the heavens. From the way her body reacted, you might assume she found them lacking in comparison.

I started slow, not wanting to ruin the progress I had made to make this enjoyable for both of us. Also, her leg talons we're within ripping distance of my neck. I thrust up like a slow piston, in, and out. Meanwhile I held her steady with one arm as my other explored her body.

I rubbed, petted, tweaked, and groped. I tested her reactions to different stimuli, and each muffled squeak or long drawn out moan was just data in the science of love making.

Finally, we got to a point where she started to move herself. She was jerky at first. Not quite understanding the mechanics of it fully. But before too long she was rolling her abdomen with every downward thrust.

I let her set the pace, and was pleasantly surprised when I found she enjoyed a quick, slightly erratic pace. One hand supporting her backside, I snaked my other down in-between us. She looked at me with suspicious curiosity as my hand felt around for a specific part of her anatomy. I found it a bit further up than I expect, buried a bit in her feather trough. But once my fingers wrapped around her delicate knob, I knew I had her. A quick circular rub to her clitoris had her gasping and in moans IMMEDIATELY.

"Feels, so good." She whined.

As light as she was, it was easy to spin her around and thrust in from behind. From this position, I had full access to her fun button. And I took full advantage of it with every thrust.

A few moments later she had been reduced to little more than a panting , sweating, gibbering mess. My end approaching, I felt as her inner walls clamped and her back arched against me. I kept going for a few seconds, the sound of her brain melting form pleasure over load the final push it took to push me over the edge.

I felt rope after rope of thick seminal fluid release into her love chamber. I had been holding it in for a while. Can't exactly masturbate when you travel with female companions.

My legs gave out and we fell backwards on the ground. My ass was a bit sore, but I didn't really care. My dick was actually still inside her, and semi hard still. Guess the new body had stamina. That's cool.

Then Donna turned around, the spiral action causing my still very sensitive self to groan in enjoyment. But the look on Donna's face was both worrying and adorable. She looked absolutely indignant. Her eyes had tears in their corners, and she cheeks were puffed out.

"You! You peed in Donna! Donna was feeling so good! Why you have to do that?"

…Huh?

"…huh?" I said eloquently.

"Donna can feel it! In her new feel good spot! You went and peed!" She pointed to the small amount of semen leaking from our attached parts. It took a second for my post nut brain to catch up.

"Oh. Oh, no. That's not uri-err. Pee. That's semen. It's a…uh…love juice that men make after they have sex." I explained. All her squirming was making me twitch. I wonder if she would be up for a round two?

She didn't seem up to it however as she pulled off abruptly. Which felt awesome, but didn't help that I was still stiff as steel.

She demonstrated her impressive flexibility as she bent herself in a way that she could observe the small river of semen leaking out of her. I couldn't get her pregnant right? Right? Didn't think of that. Shit.

She looked in wonder as it slowed and then stopped. Then she used her wing talon to examine a bit from the ground.

She sniffed it, then was about to put it in her mouth.

"Oy! Oy! Don't eat stuff off the ground?" I chastised.

She looked at me weird, then back to the semen. "But how will Donna know if it's pee or not if she doesn't taste it?"

…I fucking kissed that. Ew. Then again, I ate a whole ass giants toe row a while back just to test the game mechanics…in hind site, maybe I should have washed that first.

Back to the problem at hand. "Look, I know how to prove it's not pee. There's a bit still on here. Just lick it off that. But DON'T bite it." I was already Rock solid. Might as well see if I can get a Blowjob out of this.

I leaned against the table that was to be my end, and she knelt down in front of me. In hind site, I may be allowing my dick to make the decisions here. Oh well, worst case scenario I die. Right?

You know, from this angle my dick looked pretty huge. I think it's just because her head was small. Her being an avian of sorts. But as it laid against her face, from chin to forehead, I had to admit it was an ego boost. Her nose flared as she took in the scent of both herself and the strong odor of my fluids.

I loved my wife. Still do. She was spunky, and cute, and sexy as Fuck. Having said that, I don't think she ever over the course of our marriage made an Ahego face. Donna looked cross eyed at my dick as if it was the entirety of her world. The sight was…extremely erotic.

Then, she pushed her tongue against the underside of my shaft. Just a quick flick. Then another. Just tasting what was left of out coupling.

"Not enough. Need more." She said frustrated.

"Clean it off with your mouth really good and more will come out." I offered.

She looked confused. "If Donna cleans it, why would it come out." None the less, she continued to look for stray bits of cum off me. Starting with what had trickled down to my balls, and then moving up to the Grove between my head and shaft.

"Its how it works. Try putting it in you mouth and sucking on it. But don't bite down if you bite at all it doesn't come out." I warned.

She nodded, then started sucking on it. Meanwhile, she was still looking for stray bits of cum. It felt amazing as her soft tongue dug and twists around me.

She moaned softly and the vibrations felt nice. "Do you remember the spot that made you feel so good? The one I used my hand on?" I asked in between small bobs. It felt good, but this was going to take a while at this rate.

She nodded, or maybe just bobbed.

"Try rubbing it yourself. See if it feels good." Her wing moved downward, and I saw it bunch up around the area. A few minutes passed and I was just leaning enjoying the passive feeling of a gentle bj. But I had noticed she was becoming increasingly frustrated. I figured this was about to end. Oh well. I had a good run. Does this count as losing my virginity? I mean, it is a new body.

When she stopped I was mentally prepared. I was about to tell her she did a great job trying, and give her head pats. She looked like she would enjoy head pats. But then, she looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Donna can't rub that spot. Her talons are hard and sharp." She whined on the verge of crying.

Ah. That made sense. Hmm, but how to fix it.

"Please rub Donna. Donna will do anything!"

Well, I could. No. She was too inexperienced. But the horny. I mean. I could at least try. And she did say anything.

"Alright. I'll rub you. But you gotta do something for me. Ok?"

She nodded vigorously. I then picked her up by her waist, and flipped her upside down. She let out an "Eep!" But otherwise was fine. We were angled so her face was right in front of my dick. It stood at attention, the tip resting on her forehead gently. With one hand holding her close to me, her perky breasts pressing into my lower stomach, I used my other hand to reach around the back of her bum, and run my fingers over her fun button. Understanding grasping her, she wrapped her legs around my head, and her wings around my butt and thighs.

I rubbed her some more, and she moaned loudly. Someone was feeling it I see. Deciding to encourage her to do what I wanted, I poked her with a small thrust.

"Open your mouth." I commanded. And she did so without hesitation. I slid my dick in a inches. "If it's too deep, too fast, or you need to breath, tap on my butt, ok?"

She mumbled something that sounded like "ok".

I proceeded to rub her in all the right ways. She pushed her body against me, and I gently thrust into her mouth. I noticed that she gave no resistance, so I thrust a bit harder Shit, too hard. I knew I had entered her throat as soon as I'd done it. I pulled out and stopped rubbing her in alarm.

"I'm so sorry. Are you alright. I didn't mean to thrust so hard. You ok?"

Her response was to wiggle her butt like she wanted me to keep rubbing.

"What you talking bout. No trouble. Easy peasy. Don't stop rubbing Donna!" she whined petulantly. I started rubbing again, and she placed my dick in her mouth herself this time. I was gentle again at the start. But even being careful and measuring her reaction, she simply didn't care.

I started thrusting a bit harder. I knew I was hitting the back of her throat, but she continued to breath steadily through her nose. I don't even think her face was that red.

Did she maybe not have a gag reflex? Deciding to test it, I thrust up harshly. I felt her jaw hit my pelvis and her nose hit my balls. Still, nothing. Nothing but the cute gasps and squirms from my playing with her.

I grinned. This would feel amazing. I started fucking her throat. She encouraged it by pushing herself down each time. She gripped my ass as I used her mouth and throat like a Fleshlight. She moaned around me and the vibrations were felt all the way up to my core.

Her spital was trailing down my legs as the wet slurping sound echoed the ritual area.

This felt amazing.

"Don't you need to breath?" I asked as I kept fucking her.

Her response was to burry it further down. I could feel the tightness of her walls expand and contract in a way I'm sure would absolutely destroy the throat of a normal woman. I was just about over the edge. I could tell she was as well. She was slurping even faster now. Her whole body twitching in expectation.

"I'm gonna prove it's not pee. It's love juice. You ready!" I said. She moaned then started convincing as she orgasmed hard. I emptied myself down her throat and directly into her stomach. She just kept going though. She was determined to suck every ounce of it out of me. I fell to the floor and she fell on top of me. But she kept going. I think I begged her to stop at one point. Maybe. I don't remember, because I blacked out.

I awoke a few moments later. I was laying on the cold stone of the ritual space, Donna was laying on top of my. Her warm feathers spread over us like a blanket. I was so close to falling asleep.

"Your right. That wasn't pee. It tasted way better. Not as good as fruit. But better than raw meat. Kinda like mammoth cheese. Bitter, and thick. But yummy." She said while snuggling into my neck.

I was on again reminded that yes, I did in fact kiss that.

[LEMON OVER]

Yeah…so that happened. Fucked the bird girl. Godsdamnit. Stupid horny brain.

I think I would have fallen asleep, if not for a shrill voice screeching. "Donna! You lay with the sacrifice! Filthy half thing! You will be punished!"

I bolted up as an actual hagraven stormed out of the keep gates.

Magic lit up in my fingers and I was about to fire a valley of Ice Bullets. But I was stopped when Donna jumped in front of the hagraven.

"Don't hurt Donna's nest mother!" she pleaded.

I looked between them, before dispelling my magic. That however didn't stop the hagraven from launching an ice spike I barely dodged.

Donna dumped in from of the hagraven. "Donna will stop Nest mother! Please run!"

I looked at her, and her flying in front of the aim of the hag Raven. I started running at the first chance. I got to the door, then realized something.

"Donna! Before I forget! My name's Sheo!" I the yelped as an ice spike flew within a hairs breath of my head.

As I scrambled inside, I heard "Donna is Donna! Now run!"

I tried my best to be non lethal. More often then not, I would freeze forsworn to the ground and bolt.

I found the cells and grabbed the old man. I told him we have to run! That there was no time to explain. And there wasn't.

We ran, evading spells and arrows. I cursed and swore. And it wasn't until we were halfway to Markarth before I calmed.

I sat on a rock, panting. Logrolf could do little more than myself. After a few minutes, we caught our breath.

"So -huff- who are you. I assume the savages took your cloths. -huff- but why rescue me."

I panted. "You're the -huff- you're the guy who seals -huff- seals the Molag Bal shrine, yeah?" even exhausted, his eyes narrow dangerously. That's adorable.

"I have no idea of that which you speak."

Ok buddy. Whatever. What you don't know is your up against a master of bullshit.

"Look man, I'm an Initiate from the psijic order. Hence the magic." I let small spark based fire works go off in my hands. "We know who you worship, and we don't care. If the order wanted you dead, we would leave you in that camp. Look, this is my proving mission. And enough has gone wrong already." I tried working in my frustrations to sell the lie.

"That shrine you binded, it's come lose. We have reason to believe that Molag bal can control the entirety of that house like his own pocket dimension. I don't think I need to warn you why that's a bad thing. Are you aware of the anchor system employed during the second era?" his face pales as he puts two and two together and ends up with 3. It doesn't have to make sense. It just has to sound like it does.

"We'd like to avoid that." I said gravely.

He eyed me cautiously. "Truly? The Psijic order? Are they not powerful enough to take care of this on their own? How do I know I can trust you to be telling the truth?" ah. Reasonable. Too bad reason has no place in the land of my infallible BS.

"Look, I had the robes. But as you can see, they were kinda Confiscated. Elder Gandalf is already going to demote points for that alone. If I don't get this shrine sealed, he will make sure I shall not pass. Please man, isn't it your duty to do this anyway?" I tried to channel my inner collage crammer. And his fear of professors.

Logrolf looked at me, then sighed. "Yes. I was. Very well young man. Though, in the future, do keep your wits about you. Now lets make our way. Though, you may want to find some cloths."

My response was to pull out a basic set of sleep wear. Because sleeping in armor is uncomfortable. LYDIA.

Once I was properly dressed, we made our way into the Markarth city. The door the house of horrors was open, so we just went right in.

All was according to script. Cage an old man. Beat an old to death. Beat him to death again. Then again.

Honestly, it only took three times. Three semi painful deaths. What a little bitch. I could do more in my sleep.

" Yes. You have done well mortal. Better than expected. And it was quite entertaining to watch. Even if the girl was an outsider to this realm."

I did a double take at that. "Wait, you were watching? Also, Donna wasn't from Tamriel?" the Fuck? I meant it kinda made sense. She was a run of the mill harpy. Not a hagraven. I hope she was ok. But seriously, he was watching? Some privacy please.

" Oh yes. Indeed. Watching you scream for days. As you begged and whimpered and whined. I felt ecstasy watching you try to bargain with your capture. I have it recorded when she cut your spinal cord and you scat yourself. The humiliation you felt is like a fine wine. Then, when I thought it couldn't get any better. When I started to think I might become board of watching you suffer in an endless cycle, you redeemed yourself.

You took the power away from your capture. You seduced her, made her need you, then you utterly and completely dominated her. Until all her thoughts will revolve around you. A grand showing of epic proportions.

I can think of no soul more worthy of my mace than you. It is a true shame your soul is beyond me. I would hail you in my halls, gift you one of my daughters. Let you reign under me as a duke of my fortresses. We could be so great together.

Ah, but such is the way of the universe I suppose. Go forth. And kill in my name. Or not. You are amusing either way."

I took the mace and left. My hair was a mess, I stunk. And I was so goddamn tire. I just found a spot to sit in after that. So freaking tired. Then someone sat down beside me. I looked over. It was Aerana. She didn't look much better than me.

We looked at each other.

"What happened to you." She asked exhausted.

"I don't want to talk about it. You?" I said. I was gonna need like a week of r . And I wasn't going to get it.

"Same."

We both sat there a few minutes. "Forsworn?" I asked. I didn't really need any context other than that. I knew what quest she had been on. That one sucked.

"Forsworn." She said back.

"Same."

"I think I speak for all of us when I say this. Fuck the forsworn." Lydia summed up. Never had we agreed so strongly.

First lemon I've ever written. Good? Bad? Indifferent?

Also, the contents of this lemon were suggested by a PM. That's right you sick Fuck. I did it. Just not in the way your sick self wanted. It's the way my sick self wanted. Haha! I am god here. Lol.

I feel I should mention. Donna looks like the Harpys from Everyday Life With Monster Girls. She isn't a Hagraven, or the Greek kind of harpy. Sheo isn't literally having sex with a bird. Or an old lady. And Donna is beautiful, she just isn't Half-elf, or Silver haired Sheogorath clone beautiful. Hope that clears things up. You weirdos are actually picturing sex with a bird/old lady. Bleck.