The next week or so of my life passes in a haze of repetition. Wake up at whatever time Aela sees fit to wake me, go about my day wrapped in chains and cared for by my captor, and get fucked whenever Aela feels like it. Occasionally, to break the monotony, Aela will spike my food and water with whatever concoction she's come up with that makes me a more willing participate in our fucking sessions. I can't tell how long I've been held up in this cabin and the only meaningful thing that tells me the passage of time is the day Aela forces half a bottle of Sleeping Tree Sap down my throat before securing me to the bed with every chain available to her. I didn't notice anything off when I woke up aside from the fact our supply of food seemed to have been replenished.
Sadly, since I don't know how many days of food Aela is getting at one time, I have no idea how much time has passed for Aela to need to restock. The restocking day was roughly three days ago; however, that's going off my already destroyed sleeping pattern. For all I know, a "sleep" for me could mean one normal sleeping cycle and the passage of a day or it could mean multiple days have passed during my slumber. Aela fixed the door more thoroughly at some point during one of my sleeping sessions and the light leaking between the cracks isn't a reliable way to tell the passage of time.
My world has dissolved to these four walls and the one woman I'm allowed to see. Every hour I'm awake is consumed by Aela whether it be feeding, cleaning, or fucking me. The chains thoroughly secured to my wrists and ankles are constant reminders even when Aela isn't actively looking at or touching me that she still thoroughly owns me. I'm sitting on the bed looking longingly at where the chains are secured to the frame when my stomach clenches painfully and heat rises in my chest. I've been aching and exhausted over the last few periods between sleep which is already a poor sign for whether or not Aela has successfully forced her spawn inside me.
Now, with a tang of nausea and a rising sense of dread consuming me, I know with little doubt Aela has succeeded in her twisted desire to see me grow fat with her bastard. I'm still bemoaning my position and staring dumb at my chains when a sudden onset of queasiness overcomes me and a pathetic groaning noise slips from between my lips. Aela, who's currently getting something ready for us to eat, spares me a glance and hums in question. I adjust my position and motion for the chamber pot I've been confined to using over the course of however long Aela has held me captive here. Aela seems to misunderstand my groaning as she motions for me to give her a moment before going back to prepping the meal.
"Aela, I-". I don't get anymore out before I gag and a splash of vomit stains both me and the tattered bedsheet below me. Aela's reaction is far more urgent now that she realizes what's going on. The sight of the woman leaping at me with her arms outstretched causes my entire body to tense and my stomach to further roll in agony. Visions of Aela striking me or choking me in punishment cause me to shrink down in fear. Thankfully, Aela seems to take pity on me and, instead of offering any pain for soiling the bed or myself, pulls the chamber pot from where it's sitting and hands it over. Aela's hand is lovingly stroked up and down my back as I finish emptying my stomach.
In another world, a comforting hand rubbing my back as I throw up due to a child growing inside me is something I'd desire like no other. In this world, Aela's hands bring no comfort and both humiliation and anger fill me as the other woman coos over me and the bastard she's forced upon me. Once I've finished throwing up, I pass the halfway full chamber pot back to Aela and focus on trying to cleanse myself and the bed as best I can with my lack of supplies. Gently, Aela pushes my hands away and begins undoing the chains that confine me. I can do little besides sit there and allow the woman to do as she wishes.
My fear that Aela will begin mating me as soon as the chains are off proves, for once, unfounded as I'm gently lifted in the air with my head coming to rest on Aela's armored chest. I don't ask questions, and Aela offers no explanation as she brings me towards the door to the cabin. I'm brought out into blinding light as Aela abandons the meal that she was making in favor of taking me to wherever she's taking me. I'm afraid she'll be returning me to the stream she bathed me in after my desperate flight in my bestial form; thankfully, the small, circular spring I'm brought to is far more inviting that a cold river.
Some supplies secured in a bag by the spring's entrance tell me Aela found this place a while ago and has been planning on using it for a while. It makes sense Aela would have scouted the area around us during my sleeps to get a better idea of what's surrounding us and anything that could lead to our discovery. My heart sinks at the realization Aela has only further secured her control over me by making sure nobody will be able to find us unless they knew exactly where to look. I further internally mourn my situation as Aela goes to where the spring has a natural slope down into it. The only thing about this situation that's comforting is the fact I'm placed on my feet and allowed to enter on my own power as Aela goes about getting undressed.
The idea of running or fighting or taking the chance to escape in some way is a distant dream with my body weakened and struggling due to both the confinement and near constant state of being drugged in one form or another. Aside from my inability to physically attempt an escape, the warmth and cleanliness of the water is a siren's call too powerful to resist. I stumble into the water on shaking knees and grasp onto the lip of the hot spring with trembling, declawed hands and allow my knees to give out and my body to float to some extent. I'm enjoying floating in the water for only a few seconds before strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist and I'm pulled away from the side.
I can do little else besides allow Aela to lovingly cradle me as we float together in a warm, tranquil pool away from the rest of the world. I find myself somewhat relaxing as Aela begins to clean my pelt free of vomit and the grime that's accumulated over my time in captivity. I relish the moments of casual contact and affection knowing soon enough that I'll have Aela's cock buried in me. Sure enough, as soon as I'm clean and free of vomit Aela is working us towards the side of the pool that's shallow enough the water ends at halfway up our thighs. I allow myself to be laid out on my stomach like a hunted deer as Aela parts my legs and angles the head of her prick against my entrance.
The dryness brought on by the water and my lack of preparation makes it more of a struggle than usual as Aela fights to get her cock in me. I find myself watching the leaves rustling in the wind as pain shoots up my spine as Aela is finally successful in forcing herself into me. There's no pleasure in this coupling as Aela forgoes even her normal amount of preparation and care. My forcible mate turns into a rutting beast atop me as her hands find their way to my shoulders to properly secure me. Whatever agony I might have experienced has become dulled and distant as I've grown accustomed to Aela's "love" for me.
One of Aela's hands snaking underneath my stomach and down to my cunt is what brings me back into the moment enough to buck in protest. The act is little more than a hollow complaint and Aela's snarl is an empty promise of pain that isn't needed. Aela finds me dry and snorts before her fingers are quickly removed and shoved instead into my mouth. Thankfully, the taste of water overpowers the taste of my own cunt as I'm forced to wet Aela's fingers in preparation of what's to come. After she's satisfied with the wetness gathered on her fingers, Aela removes her digits from my maw and brings them back down to my cunt to find my clit.
Even without my participation, the gentle rubbing against my clit and Aela angling her hips to drag against my front wall is enough to spark some amount of pleasure deep in my gut. I've given up on getting away anything soon and I'm definitely not getting away with the other woman's cock buried deep inside me, so I allow myself to feel whatever small amount of pleasure I can as the snarling Nord above me chases her own high by pounding away at me. Aela's hand not messing with my cunt grabs my left side below my ribcage and heaves me up. I'm smart enough to understand what she wants and get myself onto my hands and knees as Aela takes another step forward to keep her prick buried in my cunt.
Water sloshes and I feel Aela towering over me as she abandons the water entirely in favor of hunching over me and rutting like we're beasts. Water and slobber drip down onto me as Aela's hot, stinking breath puffs on the back of my head with every snarl or growl she gives that's perfectly timed with her thrusting. The nails on Aela's fingers become sharper and dig more painfully into my clit as her moaning and groaning becomes more animalistic. The size and shape of her cock swells and changes enough that the pressure dragging against my walls is just enough to bring me to a shaky, painful orgasm punctuated by a stuttering of Aela's hips and a final groan.
I'm once again filled with Aela's seed as her hands find themselves resting beside my own on the ground. Fur has sprouted from the back of Aela's hands and her nails have become claws. Idly, I find myself stroking one mangled hand as I wait for Aela's cock to shrink enough that she can safely pull out of me. I find my mind wandering towards the life growing inside of me against my wishes and wonder about Danica Pure-Spring and what'll happen when she inevitably comes to follow up with the "farmer's wife" she assisted. A snap of a branch breaks both myself and Aela out of our shared stupor as our heads jerk in the direction of the noise.
The small, young elf striding through the woods can't be more than twenty and has an arrow notched as he steps into the clearing looking for prey. His face flushes red as his eyes settle on us and he looks away sheepishly. I think an apology is on his lips when Aela's claws tear through his throat like wet paper. The agony of her cock being ripped from me is a distant memory as the elf gurgles and jerks backwards. Aela, fully transformed, brings her other clawed hand to the boy's face and shreds downwards like a cat on a tree. The poor lad can't even scream in agony with his shredded throat as Aela buries her snout in his gut and starts pulling long, wet snakes of intestine from him. As I watch Aela begin to feed on the jerking, twitching man I think I realize what will happen when Danica Pure-Spring comes to visit.