Ummm...Ok, So I have a horrible confession. I've been updating on the kinkmeme more often than I have here. Please forgive me. I also have to add, for the first time, that I don't own any of this stuff except Wren, even Asta is actually a character in the game, all I do is play with them and mess about. I'm traveling at the moment so updates will unfortunately be sporadic (as if you could get any more f***ing sporadic than I have been :( ) Also, as a warning, just incase anyone under the age of 16/18, depending on your country of origin has slipped in, this is going to get pretty graphic, not neccessarily this chapter but over the course of the story, stuff is gonna happen (when i can pluck up the guts to write it, I'm not stalling honest), so please be warned. I've put it as mature for a reason, if there was a highewr rating I'd go for that to. Please don't read his if it's gonna offend you coz that's the last thing I want to do. Thanks for reading, and continuing to do so despite me. :) xx
"Have you ever been intimate with a man?"
The question came out of nowhere. The other woman wasn't even looking at her and Wren was sure her attention was focused on the skirmish that was occurring in the other room. They had crept forward only seconds ago so that Asta could see what was happening. She'd made Wren stand behind her but she could still see. Hadvar and Ralof were back to back in the middle of the room, both fighting off a range of soldiers and rebels. It seemed as though whilst the two groups hated each other, they hated someone who seemed to have sided with the other side more.
She was watching Hadvar, desperate to keep him in sight when Asta had turned to her and popped the question.
"What?" Even fear couldn't have kept Wren from sounding shocked.
Asta sighed. For a moment she looked indecisive, but to Wren's continuing horror, she gathered herself and started again.
"Have you ever had sex?"
Wren shook her head. Asta seemed about to start again but Wren held up her hands quickly to try and stop her.
"I...I knew what you meant, s...sorry. I haven't. But, um, why are you asking?"
Wait. Hadn't anyone told her about the potion? Had she even been concious when the man's assistant had explained what had been done to her? Asta's mouth thinned out even more when she realised that suddenly it had become up to her to explain things to Wren. Probably even the fact that she had been drugged to crave sex.
Great.
She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the cool stone of the wall, trying to pull her thoughts together to get through this conversation.
Asta started by explaining exactly what she had been dosed with, she watched as Wren's face grew first red with a blush and then paled as she elaborated. She was worried when Wren began to slide down the wall but gathered that it was just shock when the smaller woman looked up at her and asked about a cure. Asta answered in the negative and watched as the last of the colour leeched from the poor girl's face. She could only watch as the girl pulled her knees up and rested her forehead against them, her shoulders shaking with each in drawn breath.
And then she stilled. All movement stopped and Asta couldn't even tell if she was breathing. She bent down, her back to the room in which Ralof, Hadvar and that odious assistant where fighting for their passage to safety, her worry over the stillness of the girl before her making her forget the situation in the other room. Gingerly, she touched the girls thin shoulder, expecting her to either flinch away or lean in to her touch. What she wasn't prepared for was the utter stillness beneath her fingers. There was no reaction, not even a little shiver beneath her fingers. Ever so slowly, she tightened her fingers on Wren's shoulder, hoping to convey comfort and support, and was rewarded when the little Breton turned her head slowly, eyes wide, gaze fixed and unmoving.
Asta wished she could take the time to be delicate about this whole business, but they were quickly running out of that precious commodity. Should Hadvar and Ralof survive their foray in to the water room, they would be back to guide them out shortly, and if not...well then, they had something more to worry about.
"How old are you Wren?" Asta had noticed that she was tending towards thinking of Wren as a girl, which could make the whole matter that much worse, and hoped she was wrong in her estimations of her age. She hoped she was over fifteen at least.
Fifteen was the youngest age a girl could marry. Most waited, some did not, but the Jarls's had come together on his point at the very least. No maid under the age of fifteen was to be wed and arranged weddings were frowned upon. Within the community at Ivarstead, Asta had only seen such a young bride once. A young Nord, looking to escape from her over-bearing family, had married her only slightly older childhood sweetheart almost as soon as her day of birth had come around. They had quickly moved away, the young man finding work in a small mining village near Riften. The circumstances and the similar age of the groom had meant it was not as frowned upon as if there had been a huge difference, but there were still many whispers, rumors and conjecture over what had driven such a pretty girl to marry so young.
Of course, no such conjecture had spread about the groom. It seemed strange to Asta that such petty gender roles were still kept too by her society, despite the fact that many women bore arms, fought in wars, joined rebellions and the companions, they were still expected to be the model of femininity, to bear sons, cook meals, keep hearths. It was most rare to hear of a house husband in the rural areas of Skyrim. But she was getting sidetracked.
"I've seen nineteen summers, I'll have seen twenty by the end of this year." Wren's voice was hollow and the sound a murmur, which worried Asta but she pressed on, her heart a little lighter for knowing that she was not so young as she'd believed.
"What brought you to Skyrim Wren?" She asked gently, really just hoping to keep the girl talking. As she watched, the girls eyes glazed over slightly and she tightened her fingers on her shoulder slightly.
"Hmm...Oh...Uh, well, mother's magicka binding spell will wear off soon after my twentieth birthday and I wanted to try and make it to the college in Winterhold for training. The Mage's Guild in Cyrodil has become to expensive and they no longer seem to be taking on trainees anyway."
Her voice had become stronger as she spoke as though having something to focus on was drawing her back to herself. Asta was wracking her brain for another easy question to ask, one that wouldn't probe to deep, when Wren continued without prompting.
"I suppose that explains what happened in the courtyard then...I thought something was wrong with me but it feels the same but stronger?" She murmured, though there was a hint of a question in her voice.
"Hmm, what do you mean? What happened in the courtyard?"
"Oh, well, my body felt all tingly and fizzy, and I touched him, o...on his face. It felt the same as now and I couldn't control my hands and my legs were wobbly, but if the potion made me feel like that, then I guess that would explain it."
Asta looked down at the young woman beside her. In the courtyard? But that was before the Dragon attack, before Wren had even been led away. There had been no potion until the torture chamber surely, which meant...
She quickly shuffled round to face Wren, grasping both the girl's shoulders in her hands, forcing her to look up, trying to get her attention. The Breton's pupils were blown out, only the smallest sliver of that crystal blue was still visible.
"But there was no potion then. They didn't give you that awful concoction till they had taken you from Hadvar. They couldn't have given you anything like that in the cart on the way in to Helgen, it would have been to visible, they'd never get away with it!"
"Wasssn't there?" Wren's words were drawn out like she had to really think before she could form each syllable. "'m sure you're right. My head's really fuzzy and my insides feel like I'm full of flying things. Oh everything's burning and itching...Is...Is...Are they coming back? Need...need...something."
Asta felt the girls forehead, there was no fever though her skin was flushed and she was panting slightly, her breathes coming in little gasps, and she could have kicked herself for not realising what was happening, the potion had advanced and they needed to get out of here now.
She stood, leaving Wren slumped against the wall, her head thrown back as she tried to draw in enough air, and started for the opening to the other room. She had to alert Hadvar, and tell him what she knew as well, the man would be eaten up with guilt if he thought he was taking advantage of someone who was drugged. Well, she was drugged, but she had felt some form of lust, or care, or even love for him before that point, and they could take comfort from that at least. She didn't see the arrow before it hit, but she certainly felt it.