***Author's note***
Miranja Laurentius, female Dragonborn, is a pretty good girl with a very naughty, slightly twisted streak. The daughter of an Imperial Legion veteran and a Nord mage, she's been taught a few combat skills and a couple of minor spells. She's come to Skyrim to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a full-fledged mage at the College of Winterhold. As a disciple of both Mara and Dibella, she loves helping people, and she loves to enjoy life and all its pleasures, sharing them whenever possible. She has sexual fantasies to fulfill and growing to do. There is more to her story (presented separately and which will eventually be a series, starting with First Love in Skyrim), but this one focuses on her life after discovering Solstheim and making Raven Rock her primary residence, starting with her attraction to Master Neloth. This is essentially a plot loosely worked around graphic sex scenes - pure fantasy including group sex, BDSM, non-con, fetishes, etc. Not for the faint of heart or the prim and proper. Primary characters are Talvas Fathryon, Master Neloth, Geldis Sadri, Revyn Sadri, Teldryn Sero, and Modyn Veleth. Also features Argis, Enthir, Fihada, Gwilin, Haelga, Iona, Lisette, and more.
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Chapter Summary: While Miranja was initially disgusted with Master Neloth, he has grown on her and she has found herself lusting after him. She enlists Talvas' help in weaving her web of seduction.
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Miranja was a little put-out to be having to deal with the insensitive jerk who had been observing the entranced people building the shrine at the Earth Stone. It was so callous just to watch them work their hands to the bone and have their minds controlled, and not even TRY to do something about it because he wanted to find out what would happen. But Storn had insisted that this Telvanni wizard was the man to talk to, and she knew Storn wouldn't mislead her. His very disapproval of the wizard attested to his honesty; he wouldn't send her to someone he distrusted unless he believed it was the only way.
"You again," Neloth exclaimed as soon as she entered, sounding irritated. "Didn't I see you at Raven Rock? I don't know what you're doing in my home, but if you're going to be up here, stay out of my way."
"I was sent to you by Storn Crag-Strider of the Skaal. He told me that you might have more information about how Miraak learned to control the dragons, and that you know where to find black books. I've already met your steward Varona outside. She confirmed to me that the man who lives here is indeed a great wizard, and you might be able to help me." She sighed and pulled her two books from her pack, irritated at having to admit out loud that she needed this jerk's help. "I found these in Bloodskal Barrow and Miraak's temple, and as much as I despise even touching them, I need more of them." She plunked the tomes on the table before Neloth, and his eyes lit up greedily. But it seemed that before he would even speak of the books, he had to salve his ego.
"My steward does not give me enough credit, I see. I shall have to speak to her about that. You, my ignorant Imperial visitor, are looking at the finest wizard in house Telvanni - not just A great wizard, but likely THE greatest wizard you'll ever meet. Who else do you think could create a staff enchanter?"
"You are surely a god among elves," Miranja smirked, but he failed to notice her sarcasm.
"As for black books..."
Neloth had already been searching for them himself. He had acquired one – which he insisted did not pertain to Miraak's knowledge – and knew where there was another, but he needed help to access it. He led her on a lovely little adventure to the nearby Dwemer ruin, Nchardak, which was mostly underwater. Miranja didn't trust the guy as far as she could throw him, but she did believe that there was a black book there somewhere - he was too hungry for the knowledge it contained to be lying about it. Sure enough, it was one of the first things that greeted them, but it was secured in a sealed mechanism, and in order to get to it, they had to get the boilers working again, which meant traipsing all over the ruin, spending a fair amount of time swimming. She figured that he was going to throw her to the figurative wolves and let her take on whatever machines or Falmer awaited them in there, while he stood at a safe distance throwing magic at them. She could only hope that he wouldn't try to kill her after she'd helped him retrieve the book; she guessed it depended on whether he thought she might be useful for other errands after this one.
As it turned out, aside from yet another unpleasant trip to Apocrypha upon opening the accursed book, everything turned out well in the end. After her eventual defeat of Miraak, she'd played test subject and run more errands for Master Neloth, and he'd clued her in on the locations of the rest of the black books. When she killed his former apprentice Ildari, who had made his life difficult for months and eventually killed Varona with her ash spawn, he even honored her with making her a member of his household – although his promise of a bed and a chest in his home was a bold-faced lie.
Between all her adventures, she made friends with Talvas, his apprentice, and Elynea, his mycologist, even doing a few things to assist them. Elynea was friendly enough, but preferred in general to be alone, so Miranja rarely intruded on her. The cook, Ulves, was rather boring – it seemed he couldn't talk of anything other than food and how surly Master Neloth was. She hadn't gotten to know Varona the steward very well before she was killed, but she had at least learned from her how to make canis root tea to Master Neloth's liking. It was a skill she would put to good use eventually. Master Neloth had tasked her to find a replacement steward, and she'd found Drovas, the assistant at the Retching Netch, to be strangely willing when everyone else said hell no. Of course, he seemed to spend a bit too much time sleeping once employed at Tel Mithryn. He was in bed nearly every time she showed up to visit, even in the middle of the day. Either there wasn't much to do and he was bored, or there was TOO much to do and he was exhausted. Whatever the case, she rarely spoke with him.
Talvas was by far the friendliest and most available of all Neloth's household. He had been in Miranja's debt almost since the day she met him, after she got rid of the unruly ash guardian he had managed to summon. He was a handsome and enterprising young Dunmer, and Miranja was genuinely fond of and attracted to him. He was more than willing to perform favors both sexual and otherwise for her out of both gratitude and genuine attraction. Gods, it was good to be her, sometimes. And while she and Talvas satisfied one another's physical desires on occasion, it was mostly his honest and easygoing friendship she enjoyed.
Pretty much everyone who lived on Solstheim, with the exception of the Skaal, made it clear that Solstheim wasn't their first choice to make their homes, but in spite of the ash and the ash spawn, Miranja found it enchanting and exotic. She was especially partial to the gentle netch, and she could spend an entire afternoon sitting near them just listening to their soothing pulsing and watching the beautiful blue-purple glow that emanated from their bellies. Once she had vanquished Alduin in Sovngarde and her obligation to Skyrim was satisfied, she had brought her favorite housecarl, Argis, with her to take up residence in Raven Rock, at least for a few months. She still had plenty of unfinished business on Solstheim, and things to explore.
As a dedicated disciple of both Mara and Dibella and a highly sexual person regardless of her religious affiliation, Miranja had made it her personal mission to practice her arts with every race she could. She had been with Imperials, a few Nords, a Breton, a Redguard, every race of Mer – including Orsimer, which had been the most primal sex she'd ever had – even a couple of Khajiit. She still wondered what it would be like with an Argonian – that was the only one she hadn't crossed off the bucket list, but she hadn't yet found one with whom she felt a connection besides her friend Madesi in Riften, and he wasn't romantically interested in humans. Some people, especially jealous women, would call her a slut, but she simply knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. If she was a slut, then she was an equal-opportunity slut, or so she might have referred to herself if she'd been familiar with the term. She generally tried to stick with single men, and she didn't actively pursue married men, but if a married man pursued her and she was also attracted to him, she might enjoy him once or twice before cutting him off. She wasn't out to destroy families, after all, and she could imagine how boring monogamy could get. Variety was, after all, the spice of life.
She loved to travel, and she loved to immerse herself in the food, music, and sexual culture of every region she visited. She was an unabashed hedonist. It wasn't just sex, though; in most cases she truly cared for all the men she slept with, and she knew that they were fiercely loyal to her in return. While she didn't actively practice any sort of sex magic, she had her suspicions that it came naturally to her, since she rarely had any trouble getting even men with stoic reputations into her bed, and she frequently had trouble getting rid of the ones who wanted to monopolize her attention.
Yes, she had had men of all kinds, and even a few women. But something about the Dunmer really turned her on. Perhaps it was their sinister appearance, with their dark, gray skin and blood-red eyes, perhaps it was their accent, perhaps even their affinity with Daedra she herself would rather avoid. Whatever it was, she couldn't get enough of them. She had had an instant connection with Geldis at the Retching Netch. He was perfectly decorous on the outside, but delightfully twisted under the surface. She'd also had a couple of trysts with Captain Veleth, who had a surprisingly sensitive side. He was in love with Dreyla Alor, but her father wouldn't allow them to openly court and kept her almost constantly under his watchful eye, so the poor frustrated captain allowed himself the guilty pleasure of releasing his frustrations with Miranja. He was tender with her and made her feel cherished and protected in his arms – not that she needed protecting. But she spent a good portion of her time visiting Tel Mithryn, because while she was occasionally playing around with her dear friend Talvas, she had become quite interested in Master Neloth.
The more Miranja interacted with Master Neloth, the more she came to realize that all his bluster was a façade. She could see that his obsession with perfecting his craft and his desire to obtain more knowledge were rooted in insecurity and possible past rejection. He was both avoiding people and doing what he knew himself to be best at, keeping himself in a safe and self-gratifying bubble. He rebuffed her attempts at seduction, but behind his brusqueness she could sense his discomfort. She suspected that he might even be afraid – of being made a fool, perhaps? Of appearing weak? What had hurt him? She needed to appeal both to his ego and to that wounded part of him who for some reason felt he was undesirable to women. He was, at least in HER eyes, a handsome man, despite his dourness. She also needed to make sure that he was actually attracted to her before she made a complete fool of herself.
She wore her tavern clothes the next time she went to visit him. She had curled the long dark hair that hung over her shoulders and added some thin braids around the crown of her head, draping them in a pretty arrangement and fastening them with a jeweled hair clasp. She even wore some dangling diamond earrings and a diamond and emerald necklace that she thought accentuated the curve of her neck and brought out the sparkle in her green eyes. She covered her carefully done hair and fresh, clean clothes with a hooded traveling cloak to keep the ash off and the wind from ruining her hair. Going unarmed except for a dagger and knowing there were frequently ash spawn, ash hoppers, and spriggans between Raven Rock and Tel Mithryn, she brought Argis along for protection but asked him to hang back while she went to the big tower.
As she approached, she saw Talvas outside at the foot of the winding ramp, practicing another spell that Master Neloth had deigned to teach him. She took off the cloak to get his reaction. As soon as he saw her, he lost all focus, dropping his hands to his sides and staring with a dumbfounded, slack-jawed smile. She smiled and blushed at his reaction.
"I clean up well, you think?"
"You… are an absolute vision," Talvas breathed with great sincerity.
She held out her hands to him, and when he took them, she pulled him in for a hug. He eagerly embraced her, running his hands from her shoulder blades down over the swell of her hips, letting them come to rest gently on her luscious backside. She returned his familiar touching, only she gave his ass a little squeeze, then she kissed him tenderly, giving him just a little flick of her tongue against his lips.
"So, what's the occasion?" Talvas asked as they released each other.
"I've told you before that Master Neloth's mind turns me on."
"Yes…?"
"I know that man is extremely repressed, and I mean to do something about it. He needs to learn how to relax a bit and enjoy more pleasure than just a good cup of canis root tea."
"Well, damn," Talvas said, "and here I was hoping you got dressed up for me." He was only half joking, and Miranja knew it.
"Of course I did it for you, Talvas. You notice and appreciate it, and you express your appreciation, which I in turn appreciate. I'm betting that even if Neloth does notice, he won't even let on, much less compliment me. But I'll know, Talvas." She tapped her temple with her index finger. "Woman's intuition."
"There's no way he could NOT notice," Talvas said with conviction. "You could give Dibella herself a run for her money, so to speak."
"Careful, your words border on blasphemy," Miranja said, but smiled to soften the scolding. She checked her hair and skin for ash, then headed up the ramp. "Here goes nothing."
"I don't suppose you'd let me eavesdrop," Talvas commented hopefully, following a few steps behind.
"I don't mind an audience," Miranja told him. She stopped outside the doors. "You know him somewhat better than I do, living with him and all. Perhaps you would know better than I if any of his responses are out of the ordinary."
"I'm excited," Talvas said, opening the door for her. "This should be good."
"Let me go first, then you can come up after a minute or two." She tossed him a wink and floated up to the cap.
She found the wizard poring over a notebook, making notes on some spell he was perfecting.
"Master Neloth," she began, and he continued what he was doing without looking at her as he grunted acknowledgment that he had heard her.
"Master Neloth, I've been helping you out for a while now, and I have to say that I'm honored that you consider me a member of your household, and I am thankful for your instruction in enchanting – your knowledge and skill are truly impressive. An intelligent, self-assured man is extremely attractive to me."
"I understand your admiration, my dear girl," he replied, puffing up, clueless or at least appearing to be. "I am, after all, the greatest wizard..."
"I'm likely to meet," she finished for him. "Yes, I know. And I agree! But you're not hearing what I'm saying to you. I AM ATTRACTED TO YOU. I WOULD DEARLY LOVE TO TAKE YOU TO BED." She was aware of the sound of Talvas floating up from the bottom of the mushroom, but didn't turn to look.
Neloth glanced at her for a scant moment, but it was enough for her to glimpse the discomfort in his eyes and the slightest of sneers on his mouth. "I assure you I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Master Neloth, are you not the least bit attracted to me?" She moved so that her barely covered breasts were in his line of sight, watching his face as she did so. She knew he could smell the essential oil she had daubed on her pulse points and between her breasts – a subtle mix of flowers and spice. Yes, there it was: a brief flicker in his ruby eyes as they skated quickly over her chest and quickly refocused on his notebook, a brief flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled her scent.
Acting purely on impulse, she reached out and placed her palm on his far cheek, gently but firmly turning his face toward her. He still refused to meet her eyes, but amazingly, he didn't protest her touching him.
"Listen, Neloth," she said gently. "I don't know how the girls treated you in the past, but I assure you, I don't play games. This is not a prank, and I am not messing with your head. I do find you to be handsome as well as intelligent, and I sincerely do want to take you to bed. I'm sure you think that love and sex are unnecessary and for the weak, but I believe you really need to get in touch with that poor, repressed sexual side you keep so tightly under wraps. I would love to assist you in researching THAT." She winked at him with a naughty smile, knowing that he saw her even though he wasn't looking directly at her.
Neloth covered his bewilderment admirably. "If you are quite done, Miss Miranja, I have pressing matters I must attend to. I will let you know the next time I have need for an assistant... or a test subject."
"As you wish, Master Neloth," Miranja said, releasing his face and stepping away. She smiled inwardly at his first use of her actual name. "Please think about what I've proposed, and don't keep me waiting too long. I want you so much it physically hurts." She darted in quickly and planted a moist kiss on his soft gray cheek. He made a small choking sound but otherwise remained impassive.
Outside the front door, she lounged against the wall and waited. After a few discreet moments, Talvas came out, smiling.
"He's muttering to himself," Talvas reported. "More than usual, that is. He's obviously agitated."
Miranja smiled back impishly. "I hope, for all your sakes – you, Drovas, Ulves, and Elynea – that I can break him down and relieve his, um, frustration. I have a feeling he might be in a better mood once that's taken care of. Thank you for your... assistance."
Talvas gave a showy bow. "You are most welcome, my Lady Dragonborn. It is a pleasure to assist you. Saving Tamriel from dragons and sexual frustration, one man at a time. I'm happy to be one of those men."
Miranja smiled and graced him with a hug and a kiss, and a brief, gentle squeeze at his crotch. That was one thing she loved about Talvas: he wasn't the jealous type, and he didn't judge her for indulging her hedonistic side. He was happy just to be her friend and enjoy a little playtime whenever they got the chance.
"So, speaking of your assistance… about that super-effective paralysis spell. How's it coming? Can you teach it to me yet?" She had plans for that spell, once it was ready, but she hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
"I should have a spell tome prepared for you by the next time you visit."
"Beautiful. You're the best, Talvas. Maybe I'll take you with me on the next adventure, if Neloth wouldn't miss you too much."
Talvas sighed. "Sometimes I'm not sure he even notices I'm here. I'd love to go with you; I've only ever been to Vvardenfell and Solstheim, and I've lost count of how many years I've been here."
Miranja eyed him appraisingly. "Just how invested are you in this apprenticeship? I still have a property back in Skyrim that could use a good steward. I'd pay you well, and I could give you some special 'benefits' whenever I visit that house."
Talvas looked torn. "Let me think on that, Miss Miranja, and I'll let you know next time you come."
"The next time I cum could be ten minutes from now, if you want to slip away for a bit." She winked at him with a sly grin, and he pulled the key to the steward's quarters from his pocket.
"I happen to know that Drovas is in the kitchen taking inventory right now. If we're quick..."
"I'm there," Miranja grinned, licking her lips. She followed him up the steps.