An Alliance to Break a Witch

by redmidnight89

Summary:

It has been nine months since Talena confessed her plan to her now wife, Alishah. In that time, the couple had planned, organised, communicated and stockpiled for the upcoming attack under Mount Hrothgar. Their plan was simple in form, yet close it impossible in execution: Destroy the slavery ring that had been terrorising Skyrim. Save Perri – the daughter of the Witch – from a life of slavery. Kill the Slaver Beauty forever. Talena has allies, equipment, and the will to fight… but will the plan succeed? Or was it doomed for failure?

Chapter 1: An Alliance to Break a Witch

Talena and Alishah had finally married in the town of Riften at the Temple of Mara. It was the happiest day of Talena’s life, and a surprisingly busy one too. Friends and companions came from all over Skyrim to be there, wish her well and deliver gifts aplenty. The ceremony was perfect, and Alishah stunned in a long orange dress, white gloves and golden wire tying her short hair into a lovely curl. Talena herself spent a good deal of coin on her own wedding gown; a sleek white one that hugged her figure and flowed out like a waterfall. They both looked beautiful.

When they exchanged rings and were finally allowed to kiss, the roof was near lifted off by the cheering that erupted in the temple. Mjoll whooped with joy and threw her fist up in the air, while Erandur clapped and whistled with his fingers in his mouth. Hera bawled with laughter when she caught the bouquet of flowers Talena tossed over her shoulder. Now fate meant she would be next to wed, and she looked at her partner, Maya, with a grin. Even the Jarl’s steward, Anuriel, was there. She had brought a lovely bouquet of flowers as well as some fancy wine.

Mjoll and Aerin had very kindly to offer putting the revellers up at their home, and adorned the entire house with decorations, lanterns, bunting, platters of food and even a small group of bards that played the drums, flutes and lute. It was a magical experience with much cheer, drinking, song and – of course – the wedding dance between Talena and her bride. She clung to Alishah’s body throughout their dance, beaming as she smelled the scent of her wife.

It was such a strange experience for Talena to be so happy. Certainly, the last nine months had been paradise as she and Alishah had resided in Falkreath. The pair had a wonderful home, plenty of friends, a beautiful town as well as the occasional rumour or quest to indulge their adventurous spirit. They loved each other fiercely and could barely keep their eyes off each other.

But today? The wedding? It was utterly flawless. The weather was mild and warm, the crowds smiling and cheering, the food delectable and the music wonderful. Talena loved meeting all her old friends too, swapping stories with them, catching up on how they were, sharing memories and introducing them to her other allies. Seeing them interact was very amusing.

Mjoll seemed to take with Erandur very well, and was usually chatting with him and filling up his glass, one arm held against the wall next to him. Ardwen and Venessa discussed their shared home of Whiterun with Hera and Maya, trading stories of potions, finance and trade. J’zargo and Saayja were always talking as well of their home back in Elsweyr, and her beloved cousin was always pulling Talena into a hug and kept switching to Ta'agra, forgetting entirely that Talena never spoke it anymore.

Talena smiled. She laughed. She felt her heart lighten. For a young girl, she had suffered so much so often… but now where was safe, free, beloved and with a wedding band on her finger. Her heart felt like bursting with joy throughout the day, and long into the night. She stayed relatively sober, as wanted to remember this night, but right now she was drinking a cup of warm, mulled wine in the fresh air outside.

The night in Riften was unusually quiet, and she spotted a few owls flitting through the dark sky as moonlight shimmered off their wings. A few guards patrolled with torches, and one nodded at her, congratulating her on her happy day. She could also just see the distant Bee and Barb, which was also full of cheer and revelry and alcohol. Talena sipped her wine and hummed in appreciation.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” Alishah said as she slipped out of the house, the raucous cheering behind her silencing as the door closed.

“Needed some fresh air. It’s wonderful seeing everyone again, but can be a little…” Talena began, then paused. She didn’t know what to say.

“Overwhelming?” Alishah offered, taking hold of Talena’s fuzzy hand.

“That sounds right. There’s so many people in there…” Talena motioned to the muffled noises and singing behind the door. Alishah chuckled softly, her voice low and velvety smooth.

“Well, you’re a popular girl. They’re all here to see you.”

“And I am so appreciative to see them all again…” Talena said.

“Plus, all their amazing wedding gifts,” Alishah smiled, and Talena gave a giggle. She knew Alishah was only joking, and would never be that shallow.

“That too. But even if it was just me and you here, this would still be the happiest day of my life. I can’t believe how beautiful you looked walking down that isle,” Talena sighed, resting a hand against her wife’s cheek.

“You stole my line,” Alishah gasped in mock outrage, before she melted into Talena’s palm, her cheek warm. Alishah was still in her orange dress, though had taken off her gloves now. Talena spent a small second appreciating her figure and how she had curves anyone would be jealous of. It was ethereal how attractive Alishah was.

“But not only do I have you today, but all my friends from the past few years showing up as well! I’m so happy, it feels almost like it’s too much joy…” Talena tried to explain her feelings, unsure why a day as wonderful as this would make her almost uncomfortable.

Alishah walked forwards and wrapped Talena up into one of her famous warm hugs. In that moment, all worry and tension left Talena’s body, and she breathed out a calming breath. She put her arms around Talena’s waist and held her close, feeling the warmth from her dark skin. Talena breathed in deeply, taking in Alishah’s sweet floral scent and felt herself relax.

“You have had a busy day; anyone would be stressed out. Today has been planned for months, and now we’re here! All that preparation and travel and sending out invites. To lead here, married! Together as one. And as long as I stand by your side as your wife, I will never let any harm come to you again. I promise,” Alishah said, pulling back so she could look into Talena’s eyes, her amber eyes glowing with love. Talena’s heart was close to bursting again, and she felt the smallest tug of a tear in her eyes.

But the tears never came, as Alishah closed the distance to quickly kiss Talena. Her plump lips were warm with traces of wine still on them, and she groaned ever so softly as the pair shared a long, slow embrace under the moonlight. Talena had never felt more whole, more content, more at peace than right now. More than anything, she wanted to quietly slip away with her bride and head straight to the bedroom.

Their first night together as wives… it made Talena’s head swim with naughty images. The pair of them lying naked, kissing and touching and grinding, quicker and quicker until their passion overtook them. The joys they would give each other and themselves. The smiles and gasps and moans of pleasure. Simply thinking about it made Talena a little wet, and her kisses became a little more daring and provocative. Alishah began to succumb to this pressure, until she gently pulled away.

“Less of that, we can’t exactly make love right here in the street!” Alishah panted with some reluctance, the fires of desire clear in her eyes. Talena grinned.

“Fine, but I still can’t wait to get you into bed tonight.”

“Me neither. Mjoll didn’t mind putting us up for the night in a room? Hopefully the bed isn’t too creaky,” Alishah added, stroking one of Talena’s braids and tucking it behind her ear.

“No, she didn’t mind at all. As for the bed? Even if it is creaky as an old gate, I’ll not care a moment. All I care about is you.”

“Come on, let’s get back inside. I have a feeling people might notice we’re gone and suspect we’ve gone off for a quickie,” Alishah smiled, leading her bride back inside hand-in-hand.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea…” Talena said thoughtfully.

“Cheeky!” Alishah laughed back. The pair went back inside to continue the perfect night, sharing stories, indulging in food, wine and mead and occasionally casting glances at each other that only meant on thing; “Soon we can be together alone…”

 

 

It had been a few months now since the marriage ceremony, and Talena and Alishah were back home in Falkreath. Their house was a beautiful and snug little hut next to the blacksmith’s shop, and Talena was tidying up the place. Alishah was just out running errands, but would be back for lunch soon, which was bubbling away nicely in the pot by the fireplace.

Talena was organising the – frankly – enormous quantity of gifts she had received from her friends for the wedding, and was still trying to find a place to put them. Her home wasn’t the largest of dwellings, but it had a warmth and coziness to it that Alishah and her had cultivated over the months. This meant that the gifts took up space, and Talena had spent weeks moving the house around and reorganising furniture so it would all fit.

Mjoll had gifted the newlyweds a gleaming weapon rack that she had stacked with axes and swords. A little impractical, but it did catch the eye and looked interesting in its place. Ardwen provided a large medicine box filled with herbs, poultices and mixtures, the container being well-oiled and covered in a delightful red varnish. Erandur provided a marvellous bookshelf he had carefully stacked with spell tomes, reading materials and classic tales. Talena had already read through one of them. But that was just the start…

They had been gifted cookery equipment and new kitchen utensils, silk bedsheets and pillow cases, flowing clothes in the summer and thick, woolly cloaks for winter. Magically enchanted necklaces that offered good fortune, glass-lidded jewellery cases, storage chests with hardy locks. Thick rugs from The Summerset Isles, the finest mead from Skyrim, and dazzling Imperial decorations for their home. They received lucky statues, tasty food that wouldn’t spoil, alchemy ingredients, spare backpacks and coats, exotic belts, sweet treats, flowers in vases, butterflies in jars and so much more. Talena could not quite believe how many wonderful presents she had received, though much of it was still unpacked and filling their home with space.

Where will we keep all these lovely gifts?

Talena strolled to the bedroom and smoothed out the new duvet, as well as tidying up some of the cupboards and storage boxes. She rummaged through to organise a pair of lacy knickers Alishah had promised to wear soon, before her fingers knocked against a small, smooth object. Talena pulled it out and glared at the shiny surface.

Talena held her palm in front of her blue eyes, studying the item there intently. It was a small, pear-shaped metal item with a precious ruby set into the base that glistened in the firelight. Talena scowled at it, but she still could not throw it away; it was the anal plug Annalisse had forced inside her that rendered her unable to cum. It was a cruel, spiteful object created by a cruel, spiteful woman.

Annalisse. Just thinking her name caused Talena to shudder. Memories of pain and torment would always be unleashed at the merest recollection of her, and her cackling laugh as Talena wept was burned onto her mind’s eye forever. Annalisse had many, many names and her infamy stretched across the whole frozen land of Skyrim. Her infamy was matched only by her beauty.

Talena rolled the anal plug around in her palm. The magicka inside was still strong, yet Talena had never used it since her escape. She kept it around as a reminder, and for a reason to carry out this ludicrous plan her and Alishah had concocted over the many months.

Alishah… now that was a name that brought Talena nothing but hope and joy and love. The stark opposite of Annalisse in every way, and Talena turned her palm to look at the wedding band settled on her ring finger with a smile. The ring was gold, and even had the faintest blue shimmer on its edges, and sat next to its neighbour – the sapphire ring she always carried. She was the luckiest girl in the world to be joined in matrimony with her true love.

Talena heard the front door open, and Alishah called her name. Talena replied, and soon she heard the footsteps of her wife walking behind her. Yet, Talena still could not tear her eyes away from the anal plug. It wasn’t magically attracting her, of course; it was the implication it represented. That Annalisse was still out there… as was her daughter, Perri.

She felt Alishah’s warm arms wrap around her belly and hold her close. “Hey you,” her Redguard wife breathed. Talena sighed in happiness and leaned back into the hold. For a still moment, they just enjoyed each other’s proximity; the feeling of smooth, brown skin on soft, blue fur. Eventually, Alishah spoke up. “We’ll get rid of that soon,” she offered, clearly talking about the anal plug. She knew all about Annalisse and the brutal history she had with Talena.

“I can’t believe this time has gone so quickly. I was meant to settle down, find love, build a home. All that, I did. With you. Yet, this thing is always there as a reminder I still have work to do.”

“We will defeat her. We’ll save Perri, and all of the others girls, and finish this slavery operation for good. Then you can drop that thing into the sea and never think of her again,” Alishah said, snuggling against Talena’s collarbone.

“Part of me has been dreading the day we finally go to the mountain. The memories and scars I have from that place are… long-lasting,” Talena sighed sadly, gripping the anal plug tightly in her fist with anger. Alishah gave her a comforting squeeze.

“I’ll be with you the entire time; I won’t let you out of my sight! No harm will come to you, and you’ll have allies as well on every flank,” Alishah soothed.

“But I am so worried about them! And you! I hate to bring in so many people for a dangerous undertaking, but if we don’t go as a massive force, then we’ll never stop the slavery ring,” Talena sighed again, rubbing her eyes with frustration.

She had been planning this operation for months now, inviting as many allies as she could find and storing weapons, supplies and potions. Yes, she now had an incredible force – a small army – to help her face down the forces of the Slaver Beauty once and for all. Talena knew it wouldn’t be a small feat, as she had spent weeks inside the cave networks, and recognised the huge forces of witches and hags Annalisse had as guards.

Talena had wanted to finish this massive task as quickly as possible. Yet, as the day drew closer to Perri’s eventual sale, there had been so many hiccups and road bumps along the way. Some allies were away from Skyrim altogether, such as Ondolemar or Saayja. They would provide massive benefits, so Talena had to delay. Others, such as Brelyna and J’zargo or Ghorza, had been held up by terrible storms or raider attacks respectively. This meant more and more time was wasting.

Soon, the nine-month time limit Talena had set herself – and the day when Perri would be sold forever as a sex slave – drew ever closer. She had to act now, and had sent out a massive calling to her network. Luckily, all of them managed to arrive in good time and were now waiting in Whiterun. Talena had rented out the whole of The Bannered Mare as a base of operations for several days, and she and Alishah were soon to make the journey.

It would be a short travel to Whiterun, but then she would go over the final plan of attack. It worried her immensely about the safety of her friends and kin, but Perri still dangled over the chasm of servitude, one in which she would never return from.

Talena thought about Perri often. She wondered if she was still living blissfully unaware of her mother’s attention. Was she bound and gagged instead? Was she drugged and kept in immobility? Had her mother finally cracked, and indulged her romantic feelings for her so the pair became incestuous lovers before the final reckoning?

Talena did not know. All she knew was that her beautiful, brave, strong, heroic wife would be with her every step of the way. The two of them were a force to be reckoned with… but an army at their heels? That would be an alliance to break a witch.

 

 

Talena and Alishah set off at dawn towards Whiterun, the day slightly chilly and with the forest holding ominous fog. Alishah had suggested taking a carriage, but the trail wasn’t too far until Riverwood where they could fetch some final supplies. The journey was calm and the sun burned off some of the mist, but enough remained to give Talena a dark aura. She found she was nervous, and fidgeted with her fingers.

They briefly went to Riverwood to eat and drink something at the inn, then took off again towards the main city to organise the final plan with her allies, go over their roles and ensure everyone knew what they would be coming up against. All the while, Talena’s large blue eyes were drawn to the Throat of the World, the mountain where Annalisse’s slavery ring operated underneath.

“I can tell you’re nervous. You must have a thousand questions going off in your head,” Alishah said gently, nudging her wife with her shoulder. Alishah was dressed in her war gear, and looked ever the part of a hero; studded armour, iron boots and with her iconic pair of Dwarven gauntlets on her hands. She carried a sword and axe as well.

“It’s just… every day since I left that cave, the memory has haunted me. Now I’m heading back with my own free will. I am so scared of going back to her…” Talena sighed, and Alishah rubbed her shoulder sympathetically.

“You have always been braver than you know,” her wife said with a kind smile.

“For months, I’ve been planning. How would we get back into the caves? Would I even remember where the entrance was located? Would there be scouts or sentries? Should we go in fast and loud, or slow and quiet? All of these issues keep tumbling out of my mind, and I feel like I’m losing it. But you know what the biggest one is?” Talena asked, looking at Alishah from the side. The Redguard shook her head softly, black fringe swaying over her pretty face.

“Tell me.”

“The possibility I have kept going over and over in my head – like a nightmare that will never end – is what will I do when I finally meet her again? The Black Witch. Will I be strong enough to face her? Will I be brave enough?”

Alishah stopped her walking along the road, and gently moved Talena to face her. Her amber eyes looked at Talena with focus and understanding, the sympathy in them profound. The early morning sun shone on her dark face at an angle, lighting up her fine features beautifully. A soft breeze blew her hair out of her face. Talena had never seen her more beautiful.

“In the months I have known you, lived with you, loved you, your personality and soul shines clearer to me. I know, without a doubt in my mind, that you are brave, kind and passionate. I can see what makes you smile. The hum you make when something interests you. The squint of your eyes when try to remember something. How lightly you move around furniture when you forget something in the next room. You have the most wonderful soul I have ever seen in a person. But there is something else to you, as well. Do you know what that is?” Alishah asked.

“I don’t.” Talena replied.

“You have never given up. Not once. Not even if the sky was falling down, and the Daedra themselves poured into our world. You have suffered so much in such a young life, but I have never known you to surrender. You are – and always were – a fighter,” Alishah stated the fact as clearly as she was able.

“A fighter?” Talena repeated.

“A fighter. So, when we get to that underground complex, and defeat the guards and witches, and you face Annalisse with your dagger drawn, I know you will face her with iron. Your worry is well-placed, but I know your courage is greater than your fear. It always has been, in here,” Alishah said, placing her hand over Talena’s heart. Talena touched her hand and held it tight.

“You always know what to say to make me feel better,” Talena smiled, leaning forward and kissing Alishah on the lips.

“We’re standing on the cusp of something in the history books. One day, people will read about the brave Khajiit warrior, Talena; the girl who slayed a witch.”

“Well, I couldn’t possibly be alone. She had her beautiful Redguard wife with her too,” Talena grinned, setting off again to Whiterun.

“I just hope the history books spell my name right…” Alishah mumbled thoughtfully, and Talena giggled.

 

 

The Bannered Mare was stuffed with fighters, wizards, archers and more when the pair finally arrived and entered. All the occupants, however, were part of a strike force that Talena had assembled over her years of adventuring through Skyrim. A few of the locals outside were grumbling over how crowded it was and not being allowed in, but Talena ignored them, walking through the front doors and up to her friends and allies when she saw them.

“So glad to see you both, glad we’re finally doing this,” Talena spotted Hera’s looming figure near the entrance, with Maya her constant shadow. The Nord was dressed in heavy armour, with a mighty war axe propped up against the wall, her eyes bold and blue and her tension palpable. Maya immediately gave Talena a soft hug too.

“Both of you look ready for this fight. I’ve been itching to storm that place for too long,” Hera growled in her low voice, moving from foot to foot like she badly needed the bathroom. Maya nodded quickly too, her youthfulness eagerness at the coming battle clear. She had her own personal, intimate history with Annalisse too.

“We’re a little nervous, but a few bottles of mead, and I think we’ll be fine,” Alishah joked. Her and Hera got on extremely well, both being warriors.

“But I don’t want you anywhere near the front lines! It’ll be dangerous,” Talena pointed her finger at Maya, who nodded again.

“She’ll be staying near the rear, with the rest of the support. We have Ardwen as a healer, and Venessa helping tend injuries too. I feel like our army is big enough, but I wish we didn’t have those damn Thalmor over there with us…” Hera grunted with disdain at the black-robed Altmer standing not too far away. Close enough to hear her, for sure.

“Ondolemar and his troops will be much help, they are excellent mages. Any help we can get against the slavers will be of much use,” Talena added, looking over at the tall elf, who caught her eye. He gave her a curt nod and she smiled and returned it.

“I guess,” Hera huffed.

“I’ve spotted some of my old mercenary buddies from Hammerfell, mind if I got over and say hello?” Alishah asked. Talena spotted a small group of Redguards, all with curved swords and light armour.

“Of course, I’ll meet and greet everyone else,” Talena replied, leaning in to give Alishah a quick peck on the lips. Alishah sauntered over to her friends, and greeted them all warmly. Talena smiled.

“How’s married life treating you?” Hera asked.

“It’s wonderful. Better than wonderful. The joy I have waking up every morning next to her… it’s indescribable,” Talena sighed, ogling Alishah’s backside as she answered.

“I know what you mean,” Hera said, playfully slapping Maya on the buttocks. The small Khajiit girl yelped, and playfully slapped Hera on the arm, who promptly burst out laughing.

“I need to see everyone else, but I’ll speak soon,” Talena said, walking over to a small Bosmer woman in a hooded robe.

“Ardwen! So lovely seeing you,” Talena met her old friend with a tight hug. “Who is your friend?” Talena motioned to the massive black dog sitting at Ardwen’s feet.

“Oh, this bag of fur? The stupid mutt doesn’t have a name yet, but I needed some protection when travelling to and from The Eldergleam Sanctuary,” Ardwen said, sipping a cup of wine.

“Do you return often?” Talena asked.

“All the time, often with pilgrims too.”

“And do you ever meet the… umm… well, you know. Do you meet them again?” Talena whispered conspiratorially, obviously on about the Spriggan her and Ardwen lay with that fateful day. Ardwen scoffed.

“No, never since I went with you. Though, I think about it all the time.”

“As do I,” Talena replied fondly at the memory. She left Ardwen with another hug, and strolled over to Mjoll, who was in a fierce debate with Saayja, her cousin.

“No! This one knows, the best way to fight a witch is at great distance! Using bows!” Saayja’s thick accent called out. Mjoll made a grunting cough in response.

“The trick is, get in close! Don’t give them a chance to utter a single spell!” Mjoll counted, patting the green-tinted sword she carried.

“You two seem deep in debate,” Talena joked, and the pair stopped arguing and smiled.

“Ah, little cousin!” Saayja cried, wrapping Talena up in a crushing hug that lifted her off her feet. “This one is happy to see you.”

“And you, Saayja. Mjoll, what on earth are you two arguing about?” Talena questioned after she had been put down, and placed a friendly hand on Mjoll’s thick arm.

“We are debating how best to take down a witch. I think this will be useful information come the dawn,” Mjoll replied in her heavenly accent, the brawny Nord woman decked out in her armour and battle gear.

“Yes, but Saayja is keen to pluck her eye out with an arrow at great distance,” Talena’s copper-coloured cousin answered, hefting up her bow to demonstrate.

“Well, hopefully neither of you will be in danger. We have many friends here, all eager to end this witch’s reign. Thank you both for coming,” Talena said gratefully.

“We will drink deeply tonight, and tomorrow to celebrate!” Saayja whooped, downing her mead.

“That we will. Talena, do you know if Erandur will drink in celebration? And what is his favourite wine?” Mjoll asked. She was now firmly smitten with the Dunmer mage.

“You know what’ I’ll ask him,” Talena smiled, giving both of them a friendly pat in parting. Erandur was busily discussing something with the two Winterhold mages, Brelyna and J’zargo, and they all seemed enraptured by something.

“Not interrupting anything, am I?” Talena enquired, stirring the trio from their discussion.

“Talena, wonderful to see you,” Erandur greeted her with a hug. “We are all discussing favourite schools of magic. Mine is, well, you probably know already…”

“Conjuration, hmm?” Talena teased. She knew a great deal about Erandur’s skilful conjured partner, and her fiery beauty.

“Indeed, but these two prefer Destruction instead.”

“It seems to solve problems quicker,” Brelyna smirked.

“This one agrees,” J’zargo nodded.

“Well, we’ll need all your magicka tomorrow. I think a mighty battle will follow, so it’s good to have such great mages. Thank you all so much for coming.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Erandur smiled.

Talena made her way through the crowds, smiling and greeting Aerin, Venessa and even Gardin and his loyal wolf, Haze. She scratched the wolf behind the ears and he wagged his tail in response. She thanked them both for showing up.

Soon, Talena reached Ghorza busily dredging an ale, and chatting to an assorted bunch of heavily-armoured Companions. Ghorza immediately spotted Talena and near enough dropped her drink rushing over to her.

“There you are, little one! I must say, I have missed you terribly,” Ghorza admitted once she had put Talen back down. The Khajiit was a little light-headed from the crushing hug, but laughed regardless.

“And you, Ghorza. How was the journey to Whiterun?”

“Ach, it was terrible. I was beset by bandits twice, and even a hungry bear. Fortunately, we both managed to get here in once piece,” Ghorza smiled proudly, burping slightly from her ale.

“Both?” Talena squinted her eyes in confusion.

“Yes, my brother Moth is here too. I dragged him along so you’d have another sword to fight!”

“That is very sweet of you, Ghorza. I appreciate it.”

“How is wedded life?” Ghorza asked, calling over a barmaid for another pint.

“It is wonderful, thank you again for your lovely gift,” Talena said graciously.

“All the better to defend your home with, though I do say I was surprised to see Forsworn here,” Ghorza motioned to the group in a far corner, dressed like lightly-armoured scouts from the foothills of The Reach. Talena could spot the bright blonde hair and toned physique of Mellvi.

“You know about them, I met them when I saw you last,” Talena explained.

“Oh, I remember. I’m just surprised to see them here and not tearing people’s throats out,” Ghorza said with a suspicious brow.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be good. I’ll just go over and make sure,” Talena teased, rubbing Ghorza’s arm fondly before walking to the small group of skirmishers. Mellvi spotted her quickly, and went over to give Talena a big hug. The Forsworn girl – despite being wild and free – smelled like dark leather and polished steel.

“Talena. It’s good to see you,” Mellvi said at last when their hug ended. She still held Talena’s forearms, almost fondly. Her white skin, blue eyes, and tangled blonde dreadlocks were a familiar and reassuring sight to the Khajiit.

“You as well, Mellvi. To think… one day you freed me from Reachmen, and now…” Talena began, but trailed off. Her life of slavery with that Forsworn gang could still hurt her. Mellvi gave her wrists a comforting squeeze.

“I know. But here you stand, ready to face a witch. I am so impressed by you,” Mellvi said, smiling sweetly.

“Thank you. And thank you for bringing your friends, as well!” Talena said brightly.

“Yes, though the looks that Orc is giving us makes me want to throttle her,” Mellvi said, glaring at Ghorza.

“Don’t worry about her, she is a very close friend. She is here to slay the vile monster under the mountain, as is everyone else here. I imagine it would be difficult for Dawn to show up here though, so her absence isn’t too surprising,” Talena laughed. Having an actual Hagraven in Whiterun would turn a few heads. 

“Oh? Don’t be so sure,” Mellvi giggled, stepping aside so a small, young waif appeared behind her and walked up to Talena. She was tiny, with long brown hair and a slip of fabric on her body that barely covered her. Her skin was white-pale, but she didn’t seem in the least bit cold and her feet were barefoot.

“Um, hello? I’m Talena,” Talena introduced herself, confused about this young girl being in a war room.

“I know who you are,” the girl responded, her voice crackly and low. It seemed familiar…

“Wait… Dawn?!” Talena gasped in shock. Both her and Mellvi laughed in reply.

“Illusion magic can make anything possible,” Dawn chuckled. “But I wouldn’t let my dear Mellvi go off to war alone. You’ll have me in the final battle,” the girl said, her voice so strange coming out of her tiny body.

“My thanks, to both of you,” Talena smiled, but she glanced around the lively tavern to locate someone else, and yet couldn’t find them.

“Everything alright?” Mellvi asked.

“I just need to head outside for a bit of fresh air,” Talena replied, moving between the crowds as she reached the door. Opening it sent a gale of cold air into the inn, so she shut it quickly again and had a look outside.

Talena couldn’t find anyone out the front, so she walked around the back of The Bannered Mare to investigate. There, standing alone and staring up into the moon, was the person she had wanted to meet again most of all. Talena walked up to them slowly, careful not to break their reverie.

“Hey you,” Talena said once she was in earshot and smiled. Grokal Bear-Tamer turned slowly, then her cinnamon-brown eyes fell on Talena’s face and her lips broke into a smile.

“Talena…” Grokal whispered, then closed the distance and embraced her. The pair hugged for a while, gently swaying in the chilly air but warming each other. Neither said anything; there was no need.

“It is so lovely to see you again. You look well,” Talena said honestly. It was good to see her, and she looked much better.

“Thanks, though I fear I will never be truly better. My focus, my balance… they are both not what they were before… well, you know,” Grokal said sadly.

“I know,” Talena responded honestly.

“But I am here, to fight that bitch. For you. For me. For all of those girls she sold away like animals…” Grokal said with anger, her hands forming fists.

“We’ll take her down tomorrow. We have an army now. This has been a long time coming, but we’ll do it,” Talena explained.

“Are you scared?” Grokal asked.

“Terrified,” Talena grunted after a short pause.

“Not just about going back there… but what if... what if Annalisse takes us again?” Grokal said, her eyes wide with fear.

“She won’t, she can’t! Not with the number of people we have with us.”

“It’s just… I dread going back, but the one fear I have now – the one fear I’ve had for a full year since we’ve been freed – is her using that… thing on me again,” Grokal shivered and she hugged herself defensively, her memory no doubt going to the cock of corruption wielded by Annalisse. Talena held onto Grokal’s arms tenderly to soothe her.

“She won’t get near you, or me. She’ll die, we will free Perri and all the other girls and this mess will finally be sorted forever,” Talena answered, looking up at Grokal. In the silvery light of the moon, she looked angelic.

The pair looked at each other for a short while in quiet contemplation. Talena studied Grokal’s face: her slim, green-skinned face. Her small, tusky smile. Her decorative earrings, necklace and even some war paint. Long brown hair, brushed and draped over one shoulder. Those eyes… Talena remembered their shade so well, it was like looking into a memory. Talena suspected Grokal was doing the same to her.

“You know… when I heard of your engagement, I was so happy for you. And the wedding was lovely too,” Grokal started, letting her hands trace up Talena’s arm. Talena didn’t stop her.

“I was so happy you managed to make it, despite the long journey,” Talena replied with a perfect smile.

“Yet, a small part of me… actually a large part of me… felt sad. Sad because you were… going away. Away from me… And Alishah is so beautiful, and warm, and outgoing, it makes perfect sense you would end up with her! But I… I missed you. So much,” Grokal sighed. Talena could feel all the things she wanted to say in just the desperate look in her eyes.

The pair had been in constant communication since their return to Whiterun from Annalisse’s prison a year ago. Talena had continued to travel, Grokal stayed in Whiterun. While the pair saw each other at Talena’s wedding, this was the first time in a while they had stood in front of one another. Talena knew these feelings would be complicated, and decided not to hurt her long-time friend, former lover, and special individual too harshly.

“I’ve missed you too, Grokal. The things we have both suffered through… well, it would make any relationship forged in iron. I needed to travel though, when I got back. I needed my mind on the road and away from the shadow of the mountain I woke up to everyday,” Talena gestured to the very real mountain just behind them.

“It makes me shudder still…” Grokal whimpered. Talena hugged her again.

“Alishah is my one true love, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. She is… everything to me. But I will always have a place in my heart for you. Our travels and adventures, our first meeting, the songs we sang. You are so incredibly important to me, and I wouldn’t want to lose you,” Talena said, honest and true. It felt good to let Grokal know, even though she was technically letting her down gently. Grokal smiled, a half-cock of her full lips.

“I think I knew that. A silly part of me wanted to ask you to run away with me, tonight before the attack. Just leave everyone else behind and run, make a life for ourselves somewhere new. I won’t ask that… because I couldn’t bear to hear your answer. But I think I can keep that potential reply left unsaid, and imagine what you might say…” Grokal admitted sadly.

Talena looked up at her with melancholy; she knew what she would say if Grokal had asked her to leave. Grokal must have known too. The wonderful Orsimer gave a small, mournful chuckle and looked to the moon again.

“Let’s head back inside; get warmed up by the fire, shall we?” Talena offered. Grokal looked to the moon a final time, then nodded.

“We should have a clear day tomorrow. Perfect weather for hunting witches,” Grokal affirmed.

 

 

The crowd in front of Talena was mind-bogglingly massive. Every one of her allies, friends, contemporaries and peers she had made over nearly four years in Skyrim stared at her with intense focus and rapt attention. There were so many pairs of eyes on her too: gold eyes, blue eyes, brown eyes, green eyes, red eyes. Talena had made herself known and stood on a bench to gather everyone around her. She had cleared her throat, and washed some of her nerves down with a swig of mead, before she finally spoke. It was strange how nervous she was standing in front of them all.

“Hello. You all know me, and I hope you all know each other by now. Or will soon know each other. Tonight, I have gathered in Whiterun a very special group of people. I have met everyone here at various stages of my life in this snowy land. I have fought alongside many. Shared my food and drink with others. Been sheltered from the cold, or aided in travel,” Talena spoke loudly and with passion, but she was still anxious. She looked at Alishah, who nodded with a smile and it made her feel much better. Talena carried on.

“Tomorrow morning, we set out to a massive complex of tunnels and dungeons under the great mountain, The Throat of the World. The journey there will be short, but the fight will be long. Vicious. Harsh. We are going to put an end to the slaver menace that has terrorised Skyrim for too long,” Talena addressed the crowd, with a few murmurings in agreement.

“The cave system is guarded by a small army of witches, hags and defenders who fear their ringleader more than death. They will fight tooth, nail and claw, and will not stop for respite. Do not give them the chance, for they will kill you. Their magic is strong and their will absolute.

When we finally reach The Black Witch, we kill her. Do not fall for her spells, do not let her trick or deceive you. She is more powerful than any one person here. We can only fight and win against her by working together. Look out for the person on your left and right, be they elf, man or beast. Do not let petty squabbles and racial rivalries get in the way of this final, dreadful fight. That is in the past now. A moment of doubt or hesitation will get you killed.

Tomorrow will be a day of swift action, harsh battle, and watchful loyalty. But tonight? Tonight is a night for making new alliances. Forging new bonds. Crafting new coalitions. I hope all of you will raise a glass to their new friends, and hope to see all of you back here tomorrow.

We are well-stocked with potions, weapons, scrolls, ingredients and more for the fight to come. Take what you can, ensure you are as prepared as possible and set out tomorrow with determination against our common enemy. United we will be unbeatable. To the end of the witch!” Talena raised her bottle, and the cheer that followed nearly lifted her into the sky.

Warriors, mages, archers, healers and swordsman whooped and roared, with a mighty clash of glasses together to toast this day. Talena giggled at the rapt applause and Alishah helped her step down from her bench, hugging her fiercely.

“You did wonderfully,” her wife said with a smile, cupping her cheek caringly. Talena melted into the warmth of her palm

“I was so nervous…” Talena stammered, her heart racing.

“I could tell,” Alishah chuckled warmly. “But you still got up there, like I knew you could. I am so proud of you,” her Redguard bride smiled with warm sincerity, and Talena had never seen her more stunning.

“You know… I have booked a room upstairs… I thought it would be nice of us to get some alone time together before the big day…” Talena said huskily, wanting to be alone with Alishah now more than ever.

“Your temptations are successful, you flirt. Why don’t you see everyone one last time for morale, and then we can head upstairs and… discuss battle plans,” Alishah winked. Talena rolled her eyes, but secretly did want to see everyone again before turning in for the night.

“Fine, but I’ll be quick!” Talena stated.

In actuality, it took a further hour for Talena to go around everyone and instil them with confidence for the battle to come. She chatted with Mjoll, and Erandur, and Saayja, and Ardwen, and Grokal as well. Everyone was in good spirits, cheering her when she arrived, discussing plans with their compatriots for tomorrow and others just showing off.

There was drinking, singing, feasting, playful banter and less playful games of chance with cards, dice and coins. There was much laughter, and Talena felt the atmosphere thick in the air; this was truly a final night of revelry before the real job came. Once more into the fiery battle before they could all rest easy.

Eventually, Talena had seen off all her old friends, and walked over to Alishah. The Redguard was animatedly talking to a small group and Talena slipped next to her, threading her fingers into Alishah’s. She sensed her wife smile, but carried on the story. It was something about a bandit, a dinner fork and a dress with no back…

Then, Talena gave Alishah’s hand a squeeze. Instantly, her beautiful bride finished up the tale, and without another word said between them, led them both up the stairs and into the room at the top floor. Talen’s heart began to beat faster.

They entered the room and quickly closed the door, the sound of muffled chatter distant and now very far away. Alishah stood in front of Talena, and a wide smile broke her face. Talena’s heart actually leapt as she saw this stunner in front of her; Alishah was unquestionably the most divine, the most striking, the most sumptuous, the most…. beloved thing in all of Nirn.

The pair closed their distance quickly, and their lips met. Talena held Alishah’s face with her hands, desperately trying to touch as much of her warm skin as possible. She kissed deeply, warmly, richly, loving the feeling of her wife in her hands. Alishah was just as responsive, holding Talena tightly on her hips.

For long moments, the pair simply kissed and held close to one another. The heat from both of their bodies was intense, their hands ever moving. But their lips were the only things that grew fierce, passion and desire abundantly clear in the way Talena opened her mouth and let Alishah’s tongue dominate hers.

Wet, smacking sounds and soft groans, as well as the rustle of fabric, could be heard clearly in the room. Talena sighed with contentment and ran her fingers through Alisha’s thick fringe. The Redguard near purred in response. She started backing up towards the bed, and Talena followed. She had to; she was latched to her face.

Alishah deposited herself on the edge to the large bed with Talena still furiously making out with her. Alishah then pulled Talena on top of her so the gorgeous Khajiit now straddled her wife, but there was no pause in the intensity of the kiss either. Talena’s eyes were closed, her mouth wide and her throat hummed in appreciation.

Their lips were wetted by the other’s tongue, and their mouths in constant motion. Long, deep, hard kisses were shared between them both, as if they were giving the kiss of life after a near-drowning. Both moaned and let their hands roll, moving over the other like a dipping sunset. Talena held the back of Alishah’s neck and pulled back, a line of sticky drool connecting their lips like a safety rope.

Talena peered down at Alishah – for she now had some height advantage over her, perched on her hips as she was – and looked deeply into her eyes. Those beautiful amber eyes set in dark, brown flesh. A heart-shaped face that even if drawn by an Imperial artiste could not replicate its symmetry. Pouting lips, delicate chin, thick lashes and slim neck. Gods, why? Why had this perfect creation been gifted to Talena? What did she do to deserve someone so sublime, so inherently perfect?

Everything about Alishah was almost tailor-made for Talena’s wildest fantasies. Her skin was soft and muscles firmly defined. Her body was magnificently proportioned, with the full thighs Talena was resting on being of particular note. Her scent was always something that drove the Khajiit wild with craving; oiled leather armour, spices, heavenly attraction. Her voice was so soft and calming and gentle, her accent adding a flavour of exotic fantasy to this perfect woman.

But her personality, the thing that made her… Alishah? Well, that was beyond faultless. Her passions, her experience, her skills and story-telling abilities. Her kindness, her boldness, the way she stuck up for her own but also never got into unprompted fights. Her keen senses, her skill with a bow, her wild imagination and her peerless ambition. Talena dragged her fuzzy hand down Alishah’s cheek and could have cried, she was so wonderful.

“I love you so, so much…” Talena whispered, not wanting to break the passionate frenzy of lips from before. Alishah’s face soon broke into a cheeky grin.

“I love you too. Words beyond words can’t describe it,” Alishah softly responded, her breathing shaky.

“If only there was a way I could demonstrate just how much love I have for you,” Talena mischievously said, her low, husky voice adding extra relish onto this claim.

“Well, why don’t you show me how much you love me? Words we can leave behind for now,” the Redguard teased with a wink. Talena could only giggle at that.

“Just for tonight, there is no-one else in all of Skyrim. Just us.”

“I like the sound of that,” Alishah replied, rushing to kiss Talena again. She held on to the small of the Khajiit’s back, and slowly moved her over so she was now lying on the bed. Alishah took up a dominant position; one hand placed against Talena’s cheek and the other roving over her body. It finally rested on the crook of her knee, and pulled her leg towards her body, holding her in place as the kiss continued.

Surprisingly, Talena didn’t feel the need to break off this kiss for a long while. She was already wet by now – as she often was just being around Alishah’s scent – but didn’t want to break off their joining. Of course, she badly wanted to screw Alishah until the early hours. But this gentle, intimate, close contact they now shared was something Talena could very well be happy with. She moaned softly, the sound a purr from her throat. Alishah responded by squeezing her leg securely.

After an undeterminable length of time, Alishah gently put Talena’s leg down on the bed, but her hand moved to her chest. It rested against Talena’s chest, giving one of her generous tits a comforting squeeze. Alishah’s skilled fingers danced over the material just above Talena’s nipple, and though it was hard as a pommel and near tearing out of her leather armour, it couldn’t quite feel all of Alishah’s wonderful fingers in motion. Talena groaned in frustration, then gasped in shock as Alishah gave the whole area a firm rub. Talena could feel her whole tit move and shift, and badly needed to get out of her armour.

“Undress me,” Talena ordered breathily. Alishah responded in kind, unbuckling her armour in moments and pulling her skirt off in one clean swipe. Talena was – obviously – naked under her armour as she always was, and staring up at her brave, strong warrior-bride, Talena could only look at her for a moment before she began fingering herself quickly. In the candlelight, Alishah had never looked more lovely. The sodden noises from between her legs proved clearly how horny the Khajiit was. The time for just kissing was now over.

Alishah reached out and grabbed Talena’s hand she was masturbating with. She pulled her slick fingers from her snatch slowly, then brought the up to her dark lips, wrapping them around every drenched member. Alishah closed her eyes and hummed approvingly as she suckled the moistness from Talena’s fingers. Talena could have burst with lust.

Alishah the fell on Talena with kisses. She kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead and then moved down to her torso. She nibbled her bare shoulder and collarbone, traced her lips over her neck and sternum. Talena gasped at her gentle kisses, then gave a shocked inhale as Alishah moved onto her breasts. She latched her mouth over one of Talena’s nipples and hungrily suckled on it, nipping the firm flesh with her teeth. Her other hand fondled her other breast, paying attention to it with just as much care.

Talena cradled Alishah’s head with her hands, pulling her closer to her body. Her hair was soft and thick, her skin warm and supple. Talena groaned with pleasure when Alishah swapped to her other nipple and consumed that one too with her mouth. Her pussy was running wet and her loins burned for her wife to fuck her… but there was still time.

Alishah moved her body lower and lower, pecking her chest, Talena’s flat belly, her belly button and lower still… She grabbed both of the Khajiit’s thighs, clutching them with a passionate authority and spread her legs wider and pushed the legs back by the knee joint so they almost touched Talena’s shoulders. Alishah hovered her face above Talena’s aching cunt for a moment, breathing in deeply the sharp scent of her aching pussy as Talena whimpered in her desperate state of arousal. Then she dove in deeply, devouring the girl.

Talena screamed and cried and swore as Alishah’s tongue burrowed deeply and skilfully. Alishah’s lips were moving constantly, making out with her pussy lips with an equal fury of lust and desire. Every sensitive part of her pussy – and all of the spots Alishah knew Talena liked to be touched – was given rapt attention.

Talena had her folds parted and rubbed with sticky, silky fingers, and she yelped in pleasure. Talena had her inner sanctum lapped and drank by Alishah’s long, talented tongue, and she moaned in bliss. Talena had her precious nub washed over with kisses and sucking lips, and she hollered in bliss. An orgasm found its way quickly to her boiling crotch, but Alishah didn’t stop for a moment as Talena shivered on the bed with her legs tucked up to her chest.

The Redguard bent over low, kissing the Khajiit fiercely on her lips with heat, before she slipped off the bed and undressed quickly. Her studded armour and boots were soon gone, her sword and shield left on the side table. Her Dwarven gauntlets – easily the most iconic piece of protection she wore – were dropped on the ground in a forgotten heap. Then she leapt onto Talena’s prone body like a stalking predator, and the Khajiit as her beautiful morsel of flesh to be consumed.

Dark brown skin met soft blue fur. A tangle of limbs, lips, hair and clutching fingers moved in a blur, as the two women on the bed became a soft, writhing pile. The moaned in unison, panted gently, and covered every square inch of the other’s body with their questing hands. Talena’s arse was given a firm slap, her abs pressed down upon, while her neck was sucked to make a love bite. Alishah’s hair was pulled roughly in the way she liked, a tongue lapped her great, heavy bosom, and a hunting knee found itself between her legs, softly batting away at her exposed – and soaking – pussy.

Talena and Alishah quickly became a pair of moaning, grinding, yearning bodies. They pressed themselves into each other as firmly as they could, each wanting to share as much skin with the other as possible. They kissed each other with true longing, as if they had been apart for months. Soft, curved flesh melded together as candlelight bounced off the firmness of their youthful bodies.

Talena had to tear a hand away from kneading Alishah’s tit, for she badly needed to finger her wife. She snaked her fingers down the Redguard’s enticingly toned midriff, loving the feeling of the taut knots of muscle there. Then, she found the space between the Redguard’s legs, rubbing at the tight labia there before she slipped two fingers in. They glided in smoothly, led along by a runny mixture that Alishah had in abundance.

“Oh my fuck…” Alishah whispered when Talena curled her fingers inside her, and made a gesture many people used for, “come closer.” Her fingers were smooth, dainty things that danced inside Alishah’s chamber, making her squirm and shudder as Talena played with her.

Alishah quivered after gentle minutes of this fingering, cumming down onto Talena’s fingers a fresh supply of lubricant. Alishah panted softly, her fringe sticking to her right eye, but Talena only increased her motions. Instead of curling fingers, she stuck a third finger in now and thrust her palm forwards and backwards, using her wrist like a bouncing mechanism. It clearly worked, as Alishah tightened her hold on Talena’s shoulders, hugging her for dear life. Talena kissed her hair and breathed in her sent, wanting to bring as much pleasure to her wife as she could.

Alishah wasn’t one to be upstaged though. Pulling on her mighty strength and endurance, she brought an arm down shakily from the Khajiit’s shoulder, and sank her fingers inside Talena’s pussy also, burying them up to the third knuckle. Talena gave a solid grunt at this sudden intrusion, opening her legs slightly to ease their passage.

The pair lay and pleasured the other, occasionally leaning their heads together to kiss, or cry, or confess their love. Their speed built up too, fingering their partner with practiced deftness; they could locate the other’s sanctuary even if it were a dark room and they were half-drunk.

Talena warbled something that died on her lips as the joy mounted, and she badly needed to make Alishah cum before she did. It was now a race, a competition, a chance to prove her accomplishments. She rubbed a thumb in small circles over Alishah’s stiff nub while her three fingers were soon joined by a fourth. Alishah mumbled a word that made no sense, and double her efforts too. Clearly, she wanted Alishah to orgasm before her too.

The pair concentrated on the other. They knew what exactly they enjoyed, and made sure to use everything they had. Alishah pumped her fingers in and out of Talena’s sticky box while she traced a thumb over her nipple. Talena, meanwhile, churned her fingers like a river in and out of her wife’s cunny, the feeling of her hot and wet on her fur. Alishah cried into the night, then came.

It was a beautiful thing to see her brave, strong, noble partner become a blubbering, whimpering mess on the sheets. Her pussy unleashed great quantities of liquid bliss onto the sheets and Talena’s belly, and her whole body convulsed and twitched. Even her fingering hand became slower and sloppier as her mind became blank. Talena helped her out and ground her hips into the fingers deep inside of her, and she kissed Alishah on the neck. Then she came as well, but in a slower, more controlled, stable manner. It felt wonderful regardless.

The pair found a fluid equilibrium as the flowed and sighed and wrapped each other. Many orgasms were had behind those closed doors, many screaming moans were yelled by the breathy pair and many wet climaxes were had. Flat bellies, bare shoulders, dark brown arms, blue-furred legs, none was spared by the splashback of sloppy, messy cum. It ran wild over the pair. Much of it was licked off.

Talena knew she had to sleep soon. They were all meant to leave at an early hour for the raid, and she needed to be at her full potential. Yet, every time her mind whispered at her to go to bed, she shushed it. She literally could not tear her body away from her perfect wife. She wanted to absorb as much of her body into her own as she could, become a single entity in loving embrace forever.

Talena didn’t just love Alishah; she was obsessed with her. Whether they were walking hand-in-hand down the river near their home town, or having wild, carnal sex in a grove near their house. It sometimes physically hurt in her chest how much Talena fawned over her spouse. Alishah, in her own flirty admission, felt very much the same.

The pair had now joined at the pussy, pressing theirs together and rubbing hastily over the sloppy mess of the bed. Their legs were tangled and interlinked, their hands gripping onto the other. Talena was running with sweat, and she panted like a dog in heat as she ground her groin into her wife’s, their pussies melding together in an exotic kiss of intense pleasure and shameful depravity.

Talena’s tits were bouncing with every hump, her nipples harder than standing stones. Her wet braids bounced on her head and she called Alishah’s name. The brown, busty, beautiful body in front of her was in very much the same state, sweating and gasping and cumming as her long, flexible legs tensed as another took her.

“I… fucking… love you…” Alishah gulped, holding Talena’s leg tightly as her orgasm subsided. She didn’t slow down however, and carried on grinding her hips forwards. Dark rivers of sweat trickled down her firm body, the visual incredibly affecting. Talena felt her own burning pussy screech in lust.

“You’re my… everything…” Talena panted, bashing her crotch against Alishah’s like she was trying to put out a fire. The little squirt of cum she unleashed could very well have been her own equivalent to a fire safeguard in a fancy library. Alishah ran her finger over a splash, and seductively licked it.

“We’ll need… to go to sleep… soon,” Alishah sighed, slowing her body down. She slowly descended her body to the bed, clutching Talena so she sank with her into the soaked sheets. She looked up at Talena with pure love in her eyes, and held her cheek with a hand.

“I’m scared about tomorrow,” Talena muttered quietly. Alishah cradled her fuzzy face even more, reaching behind Talena’s ear to scratch her in the spot she liked.

“I know. I am too, if you can believe. I’ve never even seen Annalisse, but I know her profile from what you’ve told me.”

“What if… what if we fail? What if we all die, Perri gets sold as a sex slave and I lose you forever?” Talena asked pensively, looking at Alishah with her big, bashful eyes. Her life partner paused for a moment, taking in a breath to steady her beating heart.

“I won’t lie, Talena. This will be dangerous. We have an army at our back, but so does she. Everything we do from dawn tomorrow is a risk. Yet, even though I am quaking in my armour whenever I think about what we need to do, I know we’ll win. Want to know why?” Alishah asked, stroking Talena’s cheek lovingly. 

“Why?” Talena breathed, barely over a whisper.

“Because, the world might be an uncaring entity, but the good always outweighs the bad in it. Because for every mad arsonist, there is a diligent healer. For every monster in the dark, there are hunters who defend the weak. Because even though I have seen such horrors in this world, and watched death in its abundance, I have also seen the good.

I have seen people fighting for their lives to save their daughter. People crossing the freezing wilderness to deliver an important message. City’s barricading themselves against the furies of the night, and working together to do it.”

“But I don’t know if we have enough…” Talena muttered. She never wanted to go to sleep, and would prefer to stay in this room with Alishah forever. She wanted to cry and curl up in a little ball and be taken away, but she knew that would never happen. If only she could keep awake…

“I won’t say it’ll be easy. Nothing worth in life is. Especially a purpose worth a damn. But when that sun rises tomorrow, I will stand by your side the entire time. We will storm that Breton witch’s domain, wipe out her guards and win the day. Just you wait and see…” Alishah said with a hidden smile. Talena traced her finger over one of the Redguard’s large breasts and exhaled in satisfaction. The flesh there was firm, bouncy and deliciously dark. Talena felt her mind change from worry to passion again.

“Feel like... one more round?” Talena set her blue eyes on Alishah’s face, and saw her quarry grin white in the dim shadows of the room. Alishah reached down and grabbed a handful of Talena’s arse, grasping it with a satisfying clench. Talena felt her pussy run wet with excitement.

“Oh, I think I can push off sleep for another hour…”

The pair became a ball of sweaty lust and griding limbs in seconds, calling the other’s name in wavering voices as climax after climax eventually forced them into exhausted slumber. Talena’s smile never left her lips as she was cradled by her protective spouse, the pair breathing softly in peace.

Notes:

Nine months since I was last in this world. The last time I left Talena, she was happily with her partner, Alishah, but knew she would eventually have to return to where it all started to save Perri, and all the other enslaved girls. To think this time has come quite quickly in some places, yet it feels slow in others. Overall, though, I am so glad to be back to finish off this final chapter of Talena's tales in Skyrim. Will the story have a happy ending? Or will Talena spend the rest of her life enthralled by the dreaded Annalisse? We shall see...

Chapter 2: A Climactic Final Battle, Buried Under Stone

Talena woke with the dawn. She got up and washed her body from the basin of water on the chest of drawers, dragging the wet cloth over her body. She wanted to be clean today, something about it seemed important. For a quiet moment, she stood still in her nakedness. Her curves, ascents and tautness radiated youth and poise. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the damp cloth, her eyes brilliant blue in the early morning.

Alishah stirred, and the Khajiit went over to her side, kneeling by the bed. The Redguard opened her sleepy eyes, and Talena kissed her on the lips with warm, rich vigour. More than anything, she wanted to climb back into bed with her wife and never leave, but today that choice would be impossible; today she had a job to do. So did the small army at her command.

Alishah rose groggily, washed herself and dressed, with Talena armouring herself as well in her classic protective clothing from before: chain-link leggings trimmed with leather, her pair of scaled boots, short leather skirt, modified leather armour reinforced with chain-link over her body and fur bracers. She made sure Mjoll’s dagger was at her hip, it’s pommel worn smooth with her constant rubbing. Lastly, she donned her hooded blue cloak, and appraised herself in the mirror. She looked battle-ready.

Alishah was similarly steely-eyed and prepared, the fierce woman looking tough and ready for war. Her blades looked sharp, and her purple warpaint was back on her face. She stalked towards Talena and placed a finger on her armour, just below the bare skin near the bottom of her cleavage.

“You ready?” she asked. Talena pulled her wife forwards and kissed her ferociously.

“I am.”

The pair left their room and went downstairs to collect their allies. Some were a little bleary-eyed, but fortunately nobody was sick or too hungover. Weapons were being sharpened, armour oiled and boots tied. The crowd was large, but all looked ready. Talena led the way, with Alishah her constant shadow. The army she had assembled to kill Annalisse filed in behind her and out The Bannered Mare.

Talena was to meet Hera and Maya at Breezehome, as the Nord had kindly offered her house as a spare placed of rest for the large crew of fighters. Grokal was staying there herself, as well as a few others. As Talena marched off to war, she noticed the chill in the air. Bad portents? Or just a chilly day with distant clouds? Talena did not know.

Reaching Breezehome, there were already a few fighters outside, stretching and checking weapons and packs. Maya was one of them and ran up to give Talena a cuddle; the young beauty always did, and Talena held her close as she breathed in her scent.

“You know what we’re going to do under the mountain… who we’ll see again. Are you sure you want to come?” Talena asked the girl. Maya smiled confidently and nodded her head, her eyes bright and fearless. Talena smiled at the brave young girl.

There was a figure some distance away near the city gates, a little further on from Breezehome. It was an Imperial woman, whose head was on a swivel as she looked around. Then, she spotted the crowds and walked over. As she came into focus, Talena recognised her.

“Frannia?” Talena spoke with some confusion and distant memory. Frannia was the woman who Talena had rented a room from back when she was in Solitude. Herself and Saayja had become very familiar with every inch of that room. But it still was odd seeing her here, so far from home.

“Talena! Thank the Gods, I hadn’t missed you yet. I was worried you’d have set off by now,” Frannia explained, though offering no explanation for her bizarre appearance here before the battle.

“Why are you here?” Talena asked with puzzlement, as Alishah and the crowd met up and made final preparations for the journey.

“I know you’re off to a battle; I came with reinforcements,” Frannia smiled, her short brown hair blowing in the wind.

“Reinforcements?” Talena repeated, still as confused as ever.

“It’ll make sense if they tell you; they’re waiting outside,” Frannia said. Talena – still baffled, but happy with more assistance – followed Frannia out of the city, letting Maya know where she had gone.

As the pair walked, Talena tried to ask questions but Frannia gently rebuffed each one. She said “they” would be able to explain things better, but she did at least give some explanation.

She was the cousin to whomever Talena was about to meet, and that had met up with Frannia in Solitude for a trip. Frannia’s cousin, apparently, had an extensive informant network, and found out about Talena staying with Frannia. They also learned about Talena’s plan to take down Annalisse, as they were actually fairly close with Ondolemar, and the pair had discussed this plan. They also said they wanted to offer help, whatever way they could offer.

Reaching the front walls of the city walls, there was a small group of burly looking Imperial men dressed for battle. They looked tough and grizzled, in orderly lines and with gleaming weaponry. A man in front of them had his back to Talena, but was clearly their leader. Frannia mentioned that the leader was her cousin, and as if on cue he turned around… and Talena’s heart almost stopped.

There, gleaming in the sunlight and looking sculpted from marble, was Darmenius. Her old lover. He spotted Talena instantly, and a bright smile crossed his lips, his hands resting on his hips. He looked magnificent; his dark-complexioned skin was flawless in the sunlight, his hair immaculate and swept back, shoulders broad and eyes sparkling. Darmenius was dressed in Imperial armour that was tailor-made, and he couldn’t have looked more like a knight in shining armour if he tried.

Talena took a pace forwards towards the man from her history, and he did the same, closing the distance quickly. Without even thinking about it, she hugged him dearly, and his bulky arms wrapped around her in a comforting, warm, familiar hug. Talena breathed in his dark masculine scent, and felt the ripple through her fur. She knew his warmth, his smell, his eyes, his soul; there may have been a life where Darmenius had been her soulmate, instead of Alishah…

Talena separated finally, looking up at Darmenius with her eyes large and astonished, though the smile hadn’t left his face. His rugged good looks could still dazzle her, his hooked nose giving him a commanding presence and his cheeks and chin were freshly shaved. Then he spoke…

“Talena… it has been too long,” Darmenius said in his rich, lovely voice like honey to her ears.

“D… Darmenius?! How, why? When did you…” Talena stammered, her heart beating wildly. She had to stop and take a deep breath, steadying herself. “How have you been?” she finally picked.

“Well. Very well, but busy. Frannia has told me all about you, and this plan to destroy a slavery ring. I brought my men to assist, if you would have us?” Darmenius said with a little bow. Talena giggled; he was still utterly charming.

“When did you get here?” Talena enquired.

“Last hour or so, straight from Solitude. I couldn’t miss you again…”

“You knew I was in Solitude all that time ago?” Talena asked.

“Of course,” Darmenius pulled out a crumpled letter from his pocket. Talena saw the blood-red kiss on the envelope, and her heart melted knowing he had kept her missive after all this time; it was the letter she had written to him detailing all of her recent news. But not everything…

“I have so much to tell you! I’m married now! To Alishah, she is perfect, and… well, you’ll meet her soon. And we live in Falkreath! Our home is lovely, and…” Talena realised she was talking quickly, and made an effort to calm herself, and breathe deeply. Darmenius had always had that effect on her, even now it seemed. Her heart prickled with an eternity of emotions for him.

“We have much to catch up on. But today is a day for one thing only; storming this slavery ring and defeating Annalisse. Ondolemar has told me much, but we can discuss battle plans on the way. Let us meet your allies,” Darmenius motioned back to the city.

“Okay,” Talena simply replied. She had much she wanted to say to him, but he was right. Their army needed to move soon.

Talena took the lead, guiding Darmenius, Frannia and the Imperials back to Whiterun, where they were introduced to everyone quickly in the group of fighters. Alishah gave him a solid handshake, with a fairly iron grip, but he didn’t flinch from it. Alishah knew all about him, after all. Talena knew there would be no jealously between the pair, but her wife meeting an old lover… it might have been something to worry about. However, both were respectful and then the entire force got moving.

Talena and Alishah led the way marching towards Mount Hrothgar, the iron rises of the mountain near blocking the sky. Talena glared at it with trepidation, but never faltered once. It helped she had over thirty fighters behind her, as well as her one true love by her side. She felt renewed confidence and vigour every time she heard their footfall or idle chatter. By this point, Darmenius and his men had been told the plan of attack.

“I never thought I’d go back,” Talena spoke suddenly. Alishah glanced at her quickly.

“Of course… it was a place of evil designs and cruel sin. The fact you’re leading this pack makes you braver than any person I have ever met,” Alishah announced proudly, gripping Talena’s hand. It felt good, and she squeezed back.

“In truth, my heart is racing. I am so terrified of facing her again. But I know I must. For myself. For Grokal. For Perri. For all those girls…” Talena’s voice trailed off, but an invigorating hand-squeeze brought her back.

“You won’t leave my side. I promise you this,” Alishah said with true love, but also a protective edge to her voice; not even a cave troll would be able to separate them, Talena deduced.

The group carried on, onwards from the flat plains of Whiterun Hold, up the slopes and into thick forests that led to the hidden entrance. Talena found it odd how familiar it was going back, and she’d always thought she must have forgotten it…but in a way, it was almost like returning to her fate, a muscle memory that would never leave. One way or another, Talena had always been destined to come back to Annalisse.

It took another hour of scrabbling through scrub and low shrubs, but Talena finally spotted the large cavern opening to their destination. Talena signalled to her team, and the army got prepared for the battle, with their small force of healers and support aides setting up a makeshift field station that would no doubt be full of the injured in little time. Ardwen helped set up, with Venessa, Maya and a few Imperials helping set out tents and potions.

“I can’t thank you enough for coming to support me,” Talena said to Ardwen. The Bosmer huffed a small chuckle, and reached out to Talena’s hand, taking it in her own.

“For you, I would do it all blindfolded,” Ardwen announced. Ardwen’s dog barked in agreement.

“Please don’t though!” Talena joked, and she squeezed her past flames’ hand in hers.

“Come back, you hear me?” Adrwen said.

“I will. I promise.”

Talena then turned to face her entire force of warriors, Companions, mages, spellswords and berserkers. All looked ready to fight and kill, with furious eyes, scowling lips and snarls. They all looked like a pack at her command, and she glanced over their masses before speaking. She spotted Grokal, and Mjoll, and Erandur, and Saayja, and Darmenius. Alishah stood by her side, like a watchful guardian.

“Today we rid this world of utter evil. I will be brief here, as my heart is racing to finish this day of work. It will be hard… brutal… bloody. That is why I want to see everyone looking out for one another. Make sure you never go off alone in those caves. Take care about corners and elevations, as there are dangers everywhere. There will be many innocents in there too, so don’t use massive spells or wildly fire arrows. Use scrolls and summons, if you have them.

Last of all, I know we will be victorious today. I have fought alongside many of you. I know you. We have a common goal driving us, and I am so grateful you have shown up at my side. Tonight we will celebrate. But today? We will fight!” Talena roared to her crowd, who cheered her. As if by instinct, all turned towards the large cave mouth and began rushing in. She was shocked at their movements, but recovered quickly. Sha glanced at her beloved wife, and gave her the nod. Then, they were charging in too.

The cave was a familiar sight to Talena, but already the fighting had begun. Hags and witches from Annalisse’s forces already lay dead and bloodied at the cave entrance, while the melee-focused fighters were swarming in, the sound of clanging metal and screaming echoing from the darkness. Talena drew her blade and rushed to confront her demons.

The lower floors of the cave opened up, and Talena was confused by the sheer number of people there. It wasn’t just the forces of Annalisse and hers either, but there seemed to be many people dressed in rich garbs. Talena spotted merchants, and soldiers, and bankers and thieves, but all of them seemed to be in the audience. A few were fighting her troops, but many were cowering. Was this a public sale she had interrupted?

A large Nord man screamed at Talena and rushed her, but she quickly dodged under his guard then quickly slashed his throat with her dagger. It was a good thing it was sharp, and his blood rushed over the floor before he fell down. Another Nord, a woman, took out her blade and screeched at the Khajiit, but before she could even close the distance, Alishah swept her sword over her neck and neatly took off her head.

The cavern was chaos, with fireballs and lightning bolts flying everywhere. Talena spotted Erandur – and his trusty Flame Atronach – who was fighting off waves of maddened hags, fire being launched from both of their hands to find their targets. Mjoll was on his flanks, taking great, lopping sword swings that took off arms, legs and entire shoulders. Gods, she was strong.

Talena pressed on into the mass of people, and realised as she arrived at the stage that this had been an auction she had interrupted. These crowds of civilians? Disgusting buyers of slaves. Talena did not grant any mercy, and stabbed down into the shoulder blade of a richly-dressed elderly Dunmer. He spluttered and died pitifully.

Grokal roared, throwing a small man down on the ground, before her heavy axe followed. She neatly split the man in two, gold coins spilling out of his pockets and onto the dirt. His blood began staining sheafs of paper he had on him, and Talena realised with revulsion that they were contracts of sale. How many slaves had he purchased today?

“Look out!” Talena yelped, as a man in leather armour pulled a sword from his scabbard to strike the green-skinned warrior. Talena was too quick for him though, rushing over and plunging her dagger in his eye. Grokal turned quickly at the commotion, before breathing a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” Grokal breathed. Talena patted her arm.

“Head on a swivel, I can’t be losing you today,” Talena replied.

She ran on towards the main stage, brutally slaughtering hags, guards and slave-buyers as she went. Her army had now spread off into different directions towards the many cave entrances to free slaves and hunt down Annalisse. Talena recognised the black cloaks of Ondolemar and his Thalmor as they swarmed into a tunnel, before disappearing from her sight. They would be fine.

Talena and Alishah quickly reached the main stage platform, where there was an appalling sight already in front of them; three girls bound and ready for sale. All of them were naked. One was a tall Nord lass with long, brown hair. She was in a standing position, with wrists tied behind her back, and her legs chained shut as a one-bar prison kept her rooted in place, a thick dildo lodged firmly in her quim.

The second was an Argonian woman, shackled by the wrists on a spreader bar. She was dangling above the floor by a few inches, a horribly uncomfortable position to be in. Her eyes were maddened by the small war going on around her, but Talena tried to calm her down. The Khajiit also saw, to her dismay, that the woman was branded on her right thigh; a cruel image of a shark marked in red, burned flesh.

The final girl was a young Bosmer, tiny in height and small in figure. She was forced in a kneeling position, a large metal band around her neck keeping her still. Talena could see the ring-gag that was keeping her mouth constantly open, her face, hair and chest a mess of semen from prospective owners who had tried her before they could buy her. Talena felt sick, and got to work freeing all of them.

Once all girls were untied and calmed down, one of Darmnius’ Imperials took them to a safe place outside the cave with the healers. There were guards by the mouth of the cave too, so any slave would be safe and any slave buyer would be cut down. Talena held no pity for the scum in this place, but she still had to find Perri.

Talena and Alishah marched onwards, dodging fireballs and the odd arrow. They decided to take a journey up towards higher ground, and were followed by Ghorza and her brother, Moth, as well as a random Companion who seemed giddy at the slaughter. The group came across a small coven of hags who launched spell after spell at them, but Ghorza and her brother shielded the group, while the manic Companion took massive swings of his axe that fell two people in one sweep. Watching him work was almost mesmerising.

Talena barged into a room trying to find Perri, but only came across a cowering Imperial buyer. He yelled and tried to offer money, but Alishah hacked into his head with an axe. He fell dead to the floor, and his terrified slave – a young Breton with yellow hair – cowered. Talena calmed her down, and made sure she had a safe place to be.

“Where is she?!” Talena growled to herself, Alishah at her heels.

“Perri?”

“Yes, she should still be here. She is only seventeen! Though I imagine Annalisse wanted to use her as a sick sort of prized-exhibit for a massive final sale. She’ll be in a hidden room somewhere.”

Talena and Alishah covered good ground, getting a vantage point over the ensuing chaos. In a far edge of the cave, the pair of wizards from Winterhold were busily blasting a group of slave guards away with icy spells, and many of them fell. Talena felt a strange sense of pride then; Brelyna and J’zargo’s studies were clearly paying off.

Talena also saw her cousin, Saayja, firing off arrow after arrow at hags and guards of the slave owners. Each arrow found its mark perfectly, and seeing her copper-coloured kin in action was like seeing a waterwheel; flowing, constant and unrelenting. She wasn’t alone either, as Hera was easily cutting down row after row of attacker. Her proud Nord warcry was as terrifying as it was effective. Haze the wolf was busily chewing on a witch’s neck as she failed to throw him off. Gardin was next to his faithful hound, keeping the area clear.

Talena rushed higher and higher, letting her eyes scan across the battlefield. Luckily, their attack had been a massive surprise, so it looked to be successful without casualties, but Annalisse and Perri were still missing. Dead and dying littered the floors, and red painted the walls, but it didn’t look to be from anyone of hers.

Talena arrived at the upper levels where her old room used to be, and she rushed into it, hoping to find Perri there. It was abandoned, but the sight of the place made her feel very uncomfortable. She left quickly, but decided to see if Rochelle and Dana were still around, and attempted to save them. She charged into Rochelle’s room with probably too much force, and was stunned to see she was still here in the caves. She cowered against the far wall, cradling Dana to her protectively.

“Please don’t hurt us!” Rochelle squeaked, terrified by this noise and fighting. Talena stowed her blade before walking up slowly to the petrified pair.

“Rochelle, don’t worry! It’s me, Talena! I’ve come to save you,” the Khajiit soothed, and Rochelle finally opened her large, dark eyes. It took her a while to recognise Talena, as it had been over a year, but it finally sparkled in her scared brown irises.

“T… Talena?” she asked, moving forwards. Dana had the same glassy look as always to her eyes, and didn’t recognise Talena. She was stunned both were still here, and Rochelle was still sane. She placed her hand gently on Rochelle’s.

“I’m here to save you both, as well as Perri and all the other slaves. Do you know where Perri is?” Talena asked quickly.

“Annalisse mentioned today was the big day, that’s why there are so many buyers…”

“Today… wait, is Perri’s birthday today!” Talena exclaimed.

“Yes, today was the day she was to be sold. She was meant to go last, and should be downstairs in one of the larger storage rooms. Her mother seemed… overwhelmed with anticipation,” Rochelle said sadly. Talena shared a look with Alishah, and it’s meaning was clear; had they been a day later, Perri would be gone forever.

“Ghorza, can you take these two away somewhere safe?” Talena asked, and the Orsimer agreed quickly. Her brother mentioned he would escort them to safety as well. Then, Talena fled back downstairs to follow the instructions and find Perri.

There was so much death in these halls and caverns. Screams were heard as wealthy merchants and slave owners howled in pain and misery. Talena thought nothing could sound sweeter, and she spotted Mellvi and her Forsworn hacking apart a small group of armed guards, while Dawn was easily overpowering the nearby hags with impossible magic. It looked almost comical seeing such a tiny girl destroying grown adults. But Talena knew the truth about her…

Talena saw all her allies, from all her years, taking down monstrous slavers, witches, and guards. Red was everywhere on the walls, and death was thick in the air. Talena felt like she should feel perturbed at this clear slaughter, but she felt nothing at all. These sick people were buying slave girls, to do unspeakable things with. The guards and witches who protected them deserved nothing but death as well.

Reaching the ground floor, Talena and Alishah stalked forwards in the now clear area near the stage. There were many dead, but luckily there were none of her allies. She had spotted an Imperial from Darmenius’ squad leave the caves with a broken arm, as well as some of her allies with fresh blood on their arms or legs, but none had died so far. Talena prayed to keep it this way.

Slave girl after slave girl were being freed, untied and escorted out to the camp outside organised by Ardwen. They would be healed, patched up and kept safe there. Their mental state would take longer to heal though… Talena knew all about that. Talena spotted many girls of many races, who only shared their youth and beauty. Talena hoped they would be safe and she set off again.

The tunnels and cave systems were so massive and complex in this underground labyrinth, but fortunately she had brought a lot of people with her to scour the area. She had given her group specific instructions not to go anywhere alone, to find Perri with priority and never, ever try and fight Annalisse by themselves. She would need an army to kill the Breton, and luckily she had one.

Talena investigated every inch of the tunnels she could find. She passed Mjoll, who had a mad look in her blue eyes and was stained in blood. She was running down a tunnel, and gave Talena a curt nod before setting off again. Erandur left a room with smoke billowing out and charred corpses of armed soldiers remaining inside. She patted him on the arm with consideration and his red eyes looked filled with rage. It was clear to see why… many of these girls were enslaved by the very person he had run into before in Dawnstar. He had helped save so many, but always felt guilt for not saving more.

Talena left him and his atronach to hunt more slavers, whilst she searched a small room that looked to be empty storage. However, her quick ears picked out a noise, and she investigated with her dagger drawn. It may have been a girl… or a hag.

Talena rounded a side pillar and jumped out, seeing a woman not a girl. She quickly pressed her blade against their throat, and was ready to slice it to the side, but something about this woman made her pause. It took her a few moments, but then she understood; this was the hag who used to bring her food, back when she was a slave. The one person who worked for Annalisse who was kind to her.

Talena felt a conflicted burn in her heart. She wanted to kill this hag, but a part of her wanted her to flee and never return. The woman looked terrified, scared of all the noise and death around her. She was doubly scared about the dagger pressed against her throat. Talena saw her gulp nervously, and Talena scowled.

She remembered how they used to kiss. In quiet, clutching moments between Annalisse’s cruelty. Talena, practically dying of lust that she could in no way temper thanks to her enchanted anal plug. The hag, shocked and grateful for this young treasure to pay her mind, and embrace her with passion. This pair, brought together by the malice of their mistress. Talena let the blade go. The hag looked surprised, but grateful, and rubbed her neck where the blade had been pressed.

“Leave this place, and don’t come back. I can’t escort you out, but the main entrance is heavily guarded. If you know a secret place to exit, use that to flee,” Talena sighed, but sheathed her dagger.

“I remember you, girl. I used to bring you food,” the hag said, her voice hoarse and raspy. She was objectively grotesque, with leather skin, sunken eyes and heavy lines on her face. Yet, Talena still felt a spark of some attraction to her, mainly due to their patient kisses in the dark. For her part, she had offered Talena some fleeting relief back then.

“Yes, and a few other things,” Talena mumbled, though the woman seemed to understand what she was meaning.

“I won’t forget you. I… still haven’t forgotten you,” the hag looked at Talena wistfully. Of course; she was probably the only person to give her any positive interaction in her life. She gave a half-smile that creased her face.

“Nor I you, that’s why I spared your life. But you need to leave. Become better once you escape this place,” Talena asked the woman.

“There is a hidden passage, near the back. I will go through there, and start a new life. I will never work for someone evil again, I promise. Thank you,” the hag said, and then she was off, scuttling down a dark corridor. Talena still never knew her name.

Talena collected Alishah and the pair set off again. They checked rooms near the back, and found and freed more slaves, but still hadn’t found Perri yet. Talena and Alishah killed more slavers and guards, while their supporters were often spotted. Talena was panting hard when she finally arrived at a large, green door. It looked heavy, but hopefully wasn’t locked. She reached over and took the heavy handle, and pulled slowly open.

Light spilled in to a barren room. The room was not large, but had icy blue walls and looked spotless, without even a cobweb in the corner. In the very centre of the room, was a large wooden bar that reached from floor to roof. Talena threw the door fully open, and let the torches and lamps illuminate the whole room. There in the middle, shackled to the bar, was Perri.

Talena felt herself run off towards the Breton before she even gave her body the order to do so. She quickly reached the girl, and took a knee in front of her so that she could cradle her face. Was it her? Talena stared into her face, but there was no doubt in her mind; it was Perri. Her skin was white and softer than freshly washed bedsheets. Her long black hair hung over both shoulders, endlessly dark and enchanting. She had the small, slim figure Talena remembered, but the newly eighteen Perri was still as gorgeous as Talena remembered.

She was also unconscious, with hands chained above her head and a slip of thin fabric covering her body. Talena couldn’t help let her eyes wander, as she now could see so much more of Perri. Her shoulders were slim and arms slender, a waistline that would make any woman jealous and smooth legs tucked under herself the colour of fresh cream. Talena could even just barely see the outline of her breasts, similar in appearance and size to her mother’s.

“Is that her?” Alishah panted, catching Talena up.

“Yes,” whispered the Khajiit, finding herself unconsciously stroking Perri on her face and sighing with relief.

“She is fair…” Alishah said, almost by instinct. Talena couldn’t help but agree, and she stood up. 

“I need you to take her someplace safe,” Talena commanded, turning and facing the Redguard.

“And leave you alone? In this place? Impossible,” Alishah retorted.

“I need someone I can trust to take Perri away, and someone that can handle themselves. That’s you,” Talena said.

“I’m not leaving you,” Alishah snapped back, holding on to Talena’s hand and squeezing it fiercely with protective instinct. Talena squeezed it back, filling it with all the love she could muster.

“It will only be for a little while, get Perri to safety and come back. She is the reason we are here, and now we’ve found her! But I need her protected from her mother, she was going to be sold today!” Talena panted, feeling tears unconsciously welling in her eyes. She wiped them, her heart racing and her mind buzzing with evil thoughts of Perri in chains, sold off to a sneering criminal.

“Please, please be safe and stay right here! Locate some allies, and I’ll come and find you soon!” Alishah pleaded desperately, and she held onto Talena’s face with both of her smooth hands. Talena nuzzled the warmth of them tenderly.

“I will. I’ll be safe, and better in the knowledge that Perri is away from this dreaded place. Let me unshackle her,” Talena said, slipping a lockpicking kit from her bracers. She got to work, and in little time they were free. Perri’s wrists looked red, but apart from that she seemed unharmed, though still unconscious. Drugged, perhaps? 

“I’ll get her to Ardwen, and then come running right back! Don’t move a muscle, or at least find some support!” Alishah exclaimed, carrying the Breton like a cradled baby in her arms. Seeing the small, white Perri held by the fierce and brave Alishah visualised clearly how tiny the girl was. Her black hair spilled down her head and her breathing was soft.

“I will, and you be safe too. Now go, and I’ll see you shortly!” Talena replied, kissing Alishah passionately on the lips. The woman looked like she wanted to stay, her amber eyes wild, but she glanced towards the door and made off with Perri to safety. Talena was left alone in the room.

Had they won? Perri and the other slaves had been freed, the buyers and slave-traders mostly lay dead and dying and her forces so far had suffered no casualties… but there was one more item on the agenda that needed facing: Annalisse. Talena left the storage room into the more open area of the cave system, and tried to discover some of her followers. It was strangely quiet…

Talena heard a voice down a nearby tunnel and went to investigate. It sounded familiar to her, she swore it was one of her allies? Mjoll? Or Ghorza? Either way, Talena followed the sound, travelling down a narrow, dimly lit corridor carved out of the stone. The deeper she went in, the darker it became.

Eventually, Talena emerged into a medium sized area that resembled a storage room, with knapsacks, preserved food, gold coins, parchment and books scattered around. There was a large green door on one side, and another tunnel that led to who knew where. Talena cautiously stepped towards the green door with her hand outstretched, still hearing the distant sound of a woman’s voice… she opened the door and walked inside.

A rather lavishly decorated room greeted Talena, with thick rugs, a small bed, writing desk and a storage cupboard. There was a small fireplace carved into the stone which illuminated the room, and the chimney must have led outside. This room must have been close to the edge of the mountain, and a hidden exit…

There was a woman standing in the room, her back turned away from Talena as she was packing things into a bag. She was in no rush, but was clearly escaping the mountain. She must have heard the clatter outside, and saw to leave. The woman had silky long brunette hair that fell down her back in soft waves, a dark gown covering most of her body and she wore long boots. Her figure was slim, her rear shapely and taut and her movements controlled and unhurried. She turned to face Talena, and the young Khajiit’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hello, my dear little kitten. Welcome back,” Annalisse smiled, her beautiful perfection like a dagger to the chest.

“Annalisse,” Talena growled, grateful her voice didn’t crack or show fear. She drew Mjoll’s dagger and held it firmly.

“It has been quite some time. I see you and your friends have made quite the mess outside. Shame too, those buyers I had known for years…” the witch said calmly, still packing.

“I’m here to stop you ever doing this again,” Talena announced, frustrated that her enemy did not seem to be scared at all.

“Then why are you simply talking? Go on, attack me,” Annalisse demanded. Talena realised she was still rooted to the spot. Was it out of terror. Or something else…

“My spies have been keeping an eye on you ever since you departed my embrace. I see you’re married now! Congratulations, she is lovely,” Annalisse carried on, while Talena stalked closer to this highly dangerous woman, blade pointing forward like a wasp’s sting.

“Unfortunately, I had no idea you planned to come back here. I only asked my spies to track you and see where you were. It was only before it was too late that you and your little army came here to slaughter all my friends,” Annalisse said with mock sadness. Talena knew her heart was as black as her namesake, and wouldn’t care about their deaths. “Well done on the plan, by the way. It was truly masterfully done,” Annalisse added, glancing at the approaching Khajiit.

“You were going to sell Perri…” Talena said through gritted teeth. Her anger was bubbling brightly under her fur. Annalisse stopped her packing now, and faced Talena.

“I was. She was to be the final piece in today’s auction, and I imagine she would have made more money than any other in history. Where is she, by the way?”

“She is safe, and away from you,” Talena snarled.

“Oh, that is unfortunate,” Annalisse stated simply, returning to pack her bags.

“Don’t you have anything else to say? How all your plans are in tatters?”

“Tatters? My dear, don’t you remember what I told you? I have operations in Sentinel, Dusk, Daggerfall. Yes, this little raid has caused me quite a bit of grief, but I will be back to full capacity soon. I’m going to leave now, and depart Skyrim for a short while. But don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

“I won’t let you leave this room,” Talena shouted with fury that burned her veins.

“Which reminds me, kitten. I won’t be leaving alone. I’ll drag you with me, strap you to the horse waiting outside and ride off with my newest treasure. For you seem to think that little knife you’re holding out in front of you will be any threat to me, or my power,” Annalisse stated simply, before she unleashed a mass of ferocious lightning from her fingertips. The blue electricity engulfed Talena’s entire body and seized her completely. Talena screamed in pain, her limbs on fire and her body held by the great witch’s power. The torture felt like it lasted minutes, but was probably only a couple of seconds.

After an exhaustive electrocution, Talena collapsed on the rug. Annalisse paced towards her still-smoking armour, and appraised her lying on the floor. Talena felt like she couldn’t breathe, and Mjoll’s dagger had somehow slipped from her grasp and now skittered to lie on the other side of the room.

“I suppose it would be wrong of me to simply tie you up and carry you outside with me. After all we’ve been through? I think I have time for a little quickie, don’t you?” Annalisse smiled, and chanted her spell with a dark blue hue appearing over her groin. Talena wanted to scream in horror, but her throat was still locked up.

Talena’s eyes were impossibly wide as she saw the dreaded cock of corruption from Molag Bal appear in all it’s dark majesty on Annalisse’s lower body. The black object looked cruel, painful and dripping with sin. She saw every bump and groove and nib on the horrible item, and her body shifted in discomfort as Talena tried to drag her body to the exit.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Annalisse smiled, easily turning Talena back over with her foot and straddling her body. She placed her hands on Talena’s breasts over her armour and kneaded the flesh there tenderly. The massive black implement lay under her, pointing at Talena like a notched arrow threatening pain and death.

“No…” Talena whimpered, but she was still far too weak to resist.

“I will say, Talena, but I have missed you terribly. I’ve missed your lovely blue eyes. I’ve missed the way your nipples grow so hard when I stroke them. I’ve missed your little mewls as I make you cum. I’ve missed you with longing and affection. I think you have missed me just the same,” Annalisse said, leaning down to kiss Talena on the lips.

The kiss was just as Talena remembered it: soft, tender, intimate, perfect. Annalisse’s lips were so skilled in what they did, Talena felt herself kissing back reflexively. Her breasts were still being massaged and Annalisse’s tongue was delving deep into her mouth. Despite her absolute loathing of this woman, she was accomplished in her skills. Talena felt her hand reach over the room for her blade…

“Oh silly, why would you want to ruin this lovely moment?” Annalisse grinned as she saw what Talena was planning, grabbing both of Talena’s arms and holding them above her head. Her strength was still irresistible, and as much as Talena squirmed she couldn’t free herself. Annalisse went back to kissing her prey, while her other hand gently cupped Talena’s throat and applied gentle pressure.

Talena wriggled in discomfort as the air going to her brain became thin. She tried in vain to shake Annalisse off her, but all the caused was a small chuckle. The witch stopped strangling Talena for a moment, slapped her hard in the face then went back to kissing her. Talena moaned unconsciously, finding this sequence of events so similar to how they used to be.

“I’m going to fuck you now until you can’t think. I’m going to break your mind. When I escape with you, your brain will be far away from here. Then, when your sanity returns, I’m going to fuck you again. And again. And again. Your spirit will break, and I will be the one to do it,” Annalisse stated simply, kissing the sensitive skin around Talena’s neck. The Khajiit groaned at the tickling sensation, her struggles seeming to die. Her eyes were closed, and mouth opened as little pants escaped her throat.

Annalisse gave the sweetest, softest kiss to Talena after her threat, the young girl simply stopped fighting. It was like they used to kiss, back when Talena belonged to Annalisse. Owner and slave, and a horrible sort of love and interdependent relationship between the two. Their tongues rolled and writhed against one another.

Talena felt herself kiss back with passion. It wasn’t just theatre either, she felt like she… wanted to. Was this what Talena actually wanted? Did she want to belong to Annalisse again? Did she want to leave her wife, her friends, her home, her life, for this… monster. Was it an automatic sensation performed by a body in danger? Or was it the darker aspect of Talena’s mind taking over?

Annalisse freed Talena’s arms and rolled back the fabric of Talena’s skirt, and looked down at the pink lips there between her thighs with a longing sort of gaze. She smiled sweetly, and her brown eyes locked on to the tender labia like it was the finest meal. She slipped lower off Talena’s body, and gently spread her legs. Then, with breath hot and tensed, she lapped a slow course up Talena’s entire slit.

“Gods!” Talena screamed, her chest on fire. Annalisse had always been so good at eating her out, it was a pity it hadn’t happened more. Yet, there was a course in her life where it would…

“My, you taste just like I remember. I have missed your scent, kitten,” Annalisse sighed with satisfaction as her tongue burrowed into Talena’s burning pussy. It was no surprise either that the Khajiit was soaking wet. Annalisse gave deep, slow licks inside her sensitive folds, and Talena felt herself mumble incomprehensibly.

Annalisse flicked her tongue into her pussy with expert attention and practice. The noise of gushing pussy lips was heard from between Talena’s legs, and the Khajiit squealed at the sensation. The witch focused on her tender slit, but also licked and suckled on Talena’s aching bud with just enough pressure and heat to rouse Talena’s deepest lust. Talena’s hands were both freed, and she could have done something… instead, she dug her fingers into Annalisse’s soft hair, holding her in place as she was eaten out by Skyrim’s cruellest woman.

Annalisse finished and sat up suddenly, smacking her lips with relish and wiping her face with the back of her hand. She shifted backwards, and angled the cock she wore towards Talena’s pussy. The black surface glittered and shone with the reflection of the juice Annalisse had wrung out of the squirming kitten, and Talena tried to pull herself backwards.

“Please, no…” Talena whimpered, knowing she had lost already. All the power in this room belonged to the woman in front of her, in all her pale beauty. Annalisse grinned unkindly.

“Oh my dear, yes. I’m going to fuck you so irresistibly, you’ll forget that Redguard whore you married,” Annalisse chuckled, then moved her hips forwards at enough speed to mount five inches inside Talena in one sweep.

Time stopped. Everything stopped. Talena didn’t know if she had made a sound, but the sharp intake of breath must have meant she gasped. She was alone with Annalisse in a place not of Skyrim. Not of Nirn. It was almost a dark room made of light, a place of sorrow and elation. There was pain… but also the most indescribable form of pleasure Talena had ever known. She felt like she was in water that covered her body with warmth and flowing ripples.

Memories began to leave her. Emotions like anger, or shame, or disgust, or revenge popped like soapy bubbles in a bath. Nothing in this universe mattered now. Talena found that she didn’t know where she was anymore. Was she home? No, this was her home, with Annalisse. Why did she think she lived in a small dwelling next to a blacksmith? Annalisse raised her hips a fraction, then brought down another inch inside Talena.

There it was… that missing feeling. A sort of safety that had been neglected in Talena’s spirit for so long. A form of yearning for a life now gone, a home that has departed forever. A lover whom made your soul come alive. The feeling was one of peace. Peace and security and beauty.

Annalisse raised her hips, the stickiness clinging to the black cock like desperate webs. It felt so cruel to leave her pussy without this feeling of fullness, but Talena was happy to see it slowly sink back down again inside her. Talena’s sensitive cunny felt every little dark bump and rise of that cock of corruption, missing the feeling of it quite terribly. She felt her body rising to greet it…

Talena thought about her life, and what little it had mattered before this point. Those hopes and dreams she had once had. None of it mattered now. None of it ever had. She had a wife… or perhaps she didn’t? She had friends in a nearby city… but that didn’t seem right either? She wanted to learn and discover and build, but right now, it all seemed so silly.

Annalisse was now slowly moving in and out of Talena, sinking eight inches with every dip. It felt so wonderful. Talena knew she had climaxed, but she needed a new word for this kind of pleasure. A thirsting sort of pleasure that she had been lost without. In a hazy, heavy-lidded glance, she saw a black monolith taller than the mountains penetrate a tight, pink area of glittering flesh. It disappeared from her sight, and this made her sad. But then, like the sun every morning, it rose again and she was gladdened at its presence.

Each orgasm Annalisse gifted her was a treasured prize. Talena felt the rug under her growing wet with each discharge of her pleasure, and her mind became blanker with each passing blissful stab to her heart. She found her legs wrap around Annalisse’s waist by themselves, and she pulled the Breton beauty into her again and again, like a wonderful dance performed by the pair of soulmates. For that was what they were… soulmates.

Annalisse dropped her cock into Talena’s reaches and was face to face with the Khajiit. Talena reached up and kissed her. Annalisse raised herself, and then lowered again to her face. Talena kissed her again. On and on this went, with Talena rewarding Annalisse with a deep kiss each time their faces were this close. Deeper and deeper this blackness went, and on and on the kisses continued. Talena realised that she loved Annalisse now, but she always had… it was a secret she kept to herself, but what else could it have been?

Annalisse had cared for and protected Talena all those months ago. Not only had she given her a home, a bed, a meal whenever hunger claimed her, but she also offered the purest and most intense pleasure Talena had ever known. This pleasure right now… it was deeply removed from Talena’s life.

“I’m going to steal every memory you have,” Annalisse whispered between each wet kiss. “I’m going to destroy your mind and every recollection you own,” she said, kissing Talena deeply.

“No… but… I’m…” Talena muttered, her voice wobbling with tenderness after another screaming orgasm. Funny, she didn’t remember doing that…

“I’ll bind you up nice and tight, and then we can leave. I have a ship that can take us away, far away, and you will be chained like an animal,” Annalisse smiled, her brown hair wettened with sweat. Her perfect, open face looked just as flawless as Talena remembered, and she kissed her delicate chin softly.

“Animal…” Talena repeated.

“Of course, I will use this cock on you every spare moment I have. I know you were quite resistant to it last time – unlike your girlfriend, Grokal – but with all this time that has passed, I imagine it is having quite an effect on you now?” Annalisse asked, her hips now bouncing up and down as she tirelessly fucked Talena with the stamina of ten Nords. The Khajiit squeaked as another orgasm racked her body, joy glittering in every point and nerve she had.

“Grokal?” Talena asked without truly questioning. She was just repeating from this stunning woman in front of her.

“Oh yes, Grokal. Once you are nice and safe, away from Skyrim in your own little dungeon, I’ll find Grokal too. You two can even share a cell! Wouldn’t that be nice?” Annalisse asked, brushing a braid from Talena’s eye.

“Yes… nice…” Talena mumbled.

“But I won’t stop there, absolutely not. Between sessions where I screw both of you – I need you both nice and pliable after all – I will send scouts and slavers back to Skyrim. I’ll find all my lost girls you have stolen from me. I’ll find Rochelle and Dana again, and make sure they break. I’ll search high and low for Perri, though this time she will be mine and mine alone. I’ll even look for that tasty Redguard you married? Alishah, I believe her name was…”

“Alishah…” Talena uttered the name, a part of her memories screaming at her to understand the gravity of it. It was almost overpowering, until Annalisse sank all ten inches inside Talena’s cunt and her mind went blank. She climaxed, but by now they were small things, and a larger one was growing deep in her belly.

Annalisse hooked her thumbs under Talena’s knees, and brought them up slightly so the kneecaps almost touched Talena’s shoulder. Annalisse sat up slightly, angled the cock straight down like a headman’s axe and brought it down swiftly. Talena screamed again, and she had never been wetter than now. Her clothes were utterly soaked and she didn’t care.

Annalisse raised herself and brought it down again, over and over like a bouncing toy. Talena’s clitoris was being bumped each time by a little smooth nub, and it caused her such bliss she wanted to weep. Perhaps she was weeping at her wonderful luck in finding Annalisse again. Or maybe she was weeping over something else…

“I will rape each and every one of you, over and over again until your delicate tether of reality snaps. You’ll be nothing but a mindless slave then, doing nothing except bringing me pleasure. Just the thought of you and Perri sharing this cock, glistening in each of your love juices makes me want to cum myself,” Annalisse grunted as she continued burying Talena’s sanity with each drop of blackened perfection. Each slam of her pelvis was a step closer to total annihilation.

The thought made Talena smile, and she realised it wouldn’t be too bad at all. Living as a permanent slave to Annalisse had always been her dream, even before she had met her. To be dominated, and captured, and depraved was her wish. A mere piece of flesh to be corrupted and raped. The thought brought Talena to orgasm again, and the darkness inside her began to rise.

The prospect of living with Perri too! Oh, how sweet that would all be. She would finally be able to kiss the young and perfect Breton, which she had wanted to do since their first meeting. She could lick her breasts, and devour her pussy, and finger herself over the girl’s smiling face as she unleashed her built-up reservoir of love nectar.

She wouldn’t be alone either. Grokal would be there too. Ah, lovely Grokal… a firm, solid, deceptively beautiful woman. Her muscles and tits and thick thighs could be toys for Talena forever. She could finally be with Grokal in a way without guilt, and kiss her and hold her and weep with her. Those cinnamon-coloured eyes reached a recess of her mind, and she saw them running with tears.

But that still wasn’t all! Rochelle and Dana would join them. Hm, the pair had been known to Annalisse. She had kept them around after all. It was obvious why. Dana, with her dyed-black hair, skinny features and adorable glassy eyes. Rochelle was a dark, inviting, sexy woman who would understand this new life, if it meant she could be with Dana. Talena could finally see them both cum as well! No more anal plug that killed orgasms for her!

Who was that final person Annalisse mentioned too? Alishah? The name burned with memory in Talena’s mind, but she was struggling with her as her memories began to flicker and dim like a candle in an airless cave. Whoever it was, Talena was sure she would enjoy kissing her, and playing with her, and fucking her over and over again… though part of Talena felt like she had already done that…

Annalisse had slammed her hips into Talena by now for enough time the Khajiit was a submissive pile on the ground. Her hands were even free, yet Talena didn’t fight back. She didn’t claw, or scratch, or punch. She didn’t want to. Annalisse lowered her flawless visage closer to Talena, and the pair shared a long, long kiss that was so wet and intense, it pushed Talena over the edge again and she orgasmed.

Annalisse was still fully mounted inside her, and those ten inches of Daedric-infused magic had never felt so good. Talena had her legs wrapped around Annalisse’s back again, and she held her firmly there with her thighs. She never wanted to let go. She wanted to stay here indefinitely.

Talena reached up with quivering fingers, and softly studied Annalisse’s face with them. She traced a thumb over Annalisse’s magnificent lips, slightly purple from all the sucking and making out they had done. Her straight nose was proud and prominent, yet elegant in a way Talena’s Khajiit one never had been. Her pale cheeks were smooth and untouched by age, her neck slim and enticing, her brown hair soft and flowing like a river. Those eyes too… alluring brown eyes, downturned to look even more tempting, and quick with intelligence and heartlessness. Yet, they had never looked so absorbing to Talena than right then.

“Did you miss me?” Annalisse asked promptly as she lay on top of Talena. Talena wasn’t sure… did she miss this? Did she want this? Was it possible that maybe coming here had been a mistake…

“I… I…” Talena’s voice came out soft and shaky. Annalisse rolled her hips in a small circle, and Talena’s eyed rolled white and she shuddered. 

“Because I think you did. I think you enjoy being a slave. Coming back here was just an excuse, you searched me out! You have missed my embrace,” said Annalisse, not unkindly. Her long fingers traced over Talena’s face, and though her beauty was no match for Annalisse’s, the Breton monster in front of her seemed to enjoy looking at her all the same.

“You… are… evil…” Talena managed, a brief period of lucidity keeping her from the brink of insanity.

“Oh, sweet kitten, you know that. You knew it from the start. You have always known it. Yet, you’ll still come with me. You know what the rest of your life will be, but you will accompany me nonetheless,” Annalisse stated. Her fingers were now tickling Talena’s earrings.

“I… won’t…” Talena attempted to rise, but she was far too weak by now. Even if she wanted to fight, Annalisse would overpower her.

“You’ll be one of my slave brides. Maybe my first. The rest of your life will be filled with so much exquisite pain, and hopeless daydreams, and troublesome nightmares. Your failures today will follow you till the grave. But do you know something?” Annalisse enquired, now stroking Talena’s face tenderly.

“What?” Talena asked, missing the feeling of the witch’s skin on her fur.

“I think this has always been your fate. You are the type of person others must have. If it wasn’t me, it would be someone else. You would always end up as a slave, or concubine, or incarcerated lover. You think this marriage of yours will last? No, sweet kitten. Alishah will grow tired of you, drug you one night and sell your body to a scourge of pirates or a bandit clan for a pouch of gold. Did you know that?” Annalisse whispered, her voice like silk to Talena’s ears.

“She… loves… me…” Talena managed, though it was strained.

“Nobody loves you. Nobody ever will. But I can offer you something else, a true life that fits your purpose. You will be my slave, and you will suffer greatly. But it will be something you have always known and yearned for. Never again will you have doubts, and have your mind corrupted by hope. Never again will you fool yourself into thinking that your life can be something different. Fate made you this beautiful. Fate made you a slave. Fate made you mine,” Annalisse affirmed.

The pair kissed. It was an honest, crucial, inevitable kiss. Talena didn’t mind. She adored Annalisse, and would adore the ground she walked upon. She knew the words from her lips were honest and sweet, and the truth was fate had dealt her this hand. Perhaps it would be better to go away with Annalisse, and live for the rest of her days as a bird in a gilded cage. Would that really be so terrible…

“Noooo!” a female voice screamed from the doorway, and shattered the tension in the room. Talena felt herself look up, and an upside-down figure appeared in her vision that she knew very well. Taught muscles, green skin, heavy axe and fury in those brown eyes she knew so well; Grokal Bear-Tamer had come to save her. 

The enraged woman charged at Annalisse with incredible speed, but Annalisse sent a lazy shockwave of electricity lancing over her entire body. Grokal’s body contorted in strange, twitching movements and she dropped her axe with a loud clatter. The screams of pain she unleashed were like shattering plates. Annalisse rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you move a muscle,” Annalisse ordered, gave her a kiss and then withdrew her black cock of corruption from Talena’s pussy. The Khajiit groaned and squirmed at its exit, and it finally slipped out of her with a wet noise, dangling threads clinging to its surface desperately. Talena felt her legs and thighs shuddering like plants in the wind, and she whimpered at its absence.

Talena saw Grokal’s body shift uncomfortably on the ground and the Orsimer groaned in pain. Clearly, Annalisse had used a more powerful version of her spell than the one on her. The Breton witch stalked towards the downed woman like a panther, dark and beautifully terrifying. Talena could only move her head in a lazy half-circle to stare at her friend.

Annalisse closed the distance with a mad cackle, an evil, keening noise like something from a fable or a ghost story. She approached slowly, placing one foot in front of the other on the lush carpet as Grokal could only squirm in distress. She tried to get up on an elbow, but another burst of sparks sent her to the ground hard. Annalisse laughed again cruelly, then pounced on her like a cat with a bird with a broken wing.

Annalisse began slapping, hitting, tearing at Grokal. She hit her face, yanked her hair, tore her clothes from her body like an overactive child playing with a small animal. Grokal groaned in pain, only to be shut off with a swift strike which looked like it knocked her out cold. Annalisse continued stripping the downed woman, laughing with an evil cadence. Grokal now only had her thigh boots, a strip of fabric covering one breast and a torn piece of armour covering her belly.

“My my, to think two of my treats would return to me all by themselves! It seems you missed what I provided you, and I will be glad to give it back,” Annalisse sneered, angling her cock of corruption at Grokal’s now-naked lower figure. Talena wheezed a response, but nothing came out, and she could only watch with tears in her eyes as Annalisse lowered her hips and penetrated her.

Grokal came awake with a shocked grunt, the fear in her eyes clear as her vilest nightmare became reality. She pawed weakly at Annalisse’s chest and began to sob like a baby, but Annalisse instead grinned manically with a cackle again. She took Grokal’s weak hand, and pressed it against her bosom, a sickening mockery of consensual passion in this unwanted tryst. Her hips never stopped, and she continued pumping Grokal with Daedric sin and twisted depravity.

Talena stared. She could do little else. Her friend, the one she had confided in, was being raped mere feet from her prone form. Grokal’s sobs began to turn into grunts and breathy exhales, the wet noises coming from between her legs shocking in its volume. She had stopped fighting it now, and Annalisse delighted in it. Her form was on the ground, legs spread impossibly wide as The Black Witch bounced up and down, piercing her with mind-killing pleasure. Grokal’s eyes looked white.

Talena felt herself black out, exhausted by her own orgasms. When she woke – which was an undetermined time later – Grokal was in a different position. Annalisse was still raping her, but the motions were smoother now, almost by two consenting partners engaging in lovemaking. She even saw Annalisse kiss the green-skinned siren.

Talena fought unconsciousness, but every time she blinked, it seemed Grokal’s position shifted. She was moaning now, her voice quivery and high. It was all over now. Grokal had fallen, and Talena knew her mind was too addled by sex to fight back. She could only stare as Annalisse brutalised her long-time friend.

Talena felt sick. The one fear Grokal never wanted to approach again was Annalisse having her way with her. To succumb once more to the depredations and destruction of the Cock of Molag Bal as it thrust its dark, taboo magic deep into her yearning womb. Yet, it was all for naught, and now she lay slain on the floor as Annalisse picked her fragile mind apart with each delicately pleasurably thrust.

Would it truly be so bad to return to Annalisse? Maybe it was always going to be this way, and Talena’s life was just rolling up to this inevitable conclusion. Struggle and fight against the shifting tides of fate, they still delivered her here exactly where she was supposed to be. With The Slaver Beauty, the one who had captured her heart…

A scream sounded from Talena’s throat, pitifully weak and wispy but with anger renewed. No. She would not return to that witch’s embrace. She would not damn herself and Grokal to a fate they had been running from for over a year. She would not leave Alishah and her heart with her. Never.

Talena forced her body up to a slouched position, and glanced around the room for a weapon. Annalisse was too busy laughing at her prey to notice, and Grokal was long gone too in the orgasmic bliss. Talena wanted to shut her eyes badly and fall asleep forever, but before then she needed something…

There! Mjoll’s dagger, Talena’s trusty tool she had carried for years. It had saved her more times than she could count, and the bliss-addled Khajiit dragged her body over to it. It wasn’t very far away, but with every haul of her body another inch closer, exhaustion was nearby to claim her.

Let the sleep take me for a hundred years, just after I pick up that dagger…

Talena outstretched her hand, and her slim fingers gripped the pommel of the blade. She pulled it towards her, and it seemed to weight heavier than a cart, but she tightened her fist and soon it enclosed the worn leather handle. Talena staggered up, sex-drunk and her skin still tickling with sparkling pleasure.

The young Khajiit heaved her feet one after the other towards Annalisse, staggering like a zombie. It took all of her strength to just remain standing and keep her eyes open, but her heart was screaming at her to fight. The mental image of Alishah filled her vision, and she wept at the danger of never seeing her again. On and on she lurched her body, the distance seemingly endless.

Grokal cried as another orgasm claimed her. Her body writhed and fidgeted and trembled terribly, and Talene knew she would take months to repair from this sordid night. But still, despite her fears, she still charged into this room to save Talena. For that, she would always be thankful.

Before Talena realised it, she was standing behind Annalisse. The brunette woman seemed transfixed on breaking the mind of Grokal and hadn’t noticed her. Her body still ground forwards in little bounces as she fucked Grokal like a lover, desperate to see her mind finally crack. Talena raised her dagger high.

With her other hand, Talena gripped a handful of Annalisse’s soft, brown hair, the feeling like silk spilling between her fingers. She yanked back the woman’s head harshly so she could look at her, and the shocked expression in those mesmerising brown eyes would be etched into Talena’s memory forever.

Annalisse’s pale, oval face stared up with almost amusing astonishment. Her lips were parted in confusion, lips that sparkled with wetness and ever so slightly pink. Her high cheeks a dazzling construction of Breton beauty, and her ears the slim, attending sense that kept Annalisse aware of everything. A temple and brow that was missing even the faintest of wrinkles to display her age. A sublime face of such staggering loveliness, it hurt her with the next action.

Talena pulled Annalisse’s face towards her own, and she kissed the Breton ferociously and needily on the lips. It was a kiss that was returned after a moment’s breath of confusion, just as Talena brought her dagger down to plunge into Annalisse’s heart. The blade made no sound, there was no blood and no resistance. It slipped into the soft flesh of Annalisse like the Cock of Molag Ball had her own.

Annalisse gave a sudden inner gasp, but it was hidden by Talena’s yearning mouth. It sounded… surprised, but it seemed almost prepared even so. Not a mutter or grunt or moan escaped Annalisse’s throat, and though she was quickly dying, she gave back the passion of the kiss as if it were her last. It was.

Talena withdrew the blade, now slickening with blood and let the witch fall to the floor. Even in death she was perfect and beautiful, and the wound on her chest began to weep with red, just as Talena wept with tears of stinging bitterness that rolled down her furry cheeks. Her dagger dripped onto the rug the dark crimson, and Talena felt her grip loosen on it.

Talena felt her strength fading fast, and she could only move her head up a fraction as she saw a figure in her mind’s eye. A dark, svelte, impossibly gorgeous figure she hoped very much she would see again soon. The figure of her bride, and her love, and her family. The figure of Alishah.

Talena fell hard onto the rug and the endless blackness of eternity claimed the girl, dragging her body down into a boundless slumber.

Chapter 3: A Final Family, and a Place of Belonging

Talena dreamed. She dreamed of towering white peaks shrouded by screaming gales. She dreamed of dead water, blacker than oil. She dreamed of red walls and red floors and red, red, red…

Was there pain? She did not know. She didn’t know if she were even alive. Memories were faint, but a tether of something pulled her towards a distant, faint light. Perhaps she would finally be at rest, away from her life and its constant battles she would always lose.

Was it death? Was it finally bringing her to an eternal embrace? She should have felt fear, but alas, the Khajiit felt nothing. Death felt warm, warmer than it should have… the distant light grew brighter.

She opened her tired blue eyes gently, her lashes shading her from a candle’s glare. She blinked a few more times to register she was indeed not dead, and moved her eyes around the room she awoke in. Wooden roof beams above her, trappings and pelts on the wall, and a thick, warm blanket over her body. She was in a bed in a house she recognised… Breezehome. She was alive, and in Breezehome.

Talena looked around her, and saw a fluffy white face with piercing blue eyes staring right at her. The face was female and feline, with whiskers, button nose and a pretty muzzle. Talena also noticed one of her hands was holding Talena’s own. It was Maya, and her shock at seeing Talena wake was interrupted as she rushed forwards and threw herself onto Talena in a hug.

Talena chuckled softly, and stroked the back of her pure white fur. Maya looked up to check it was real, then went back to hugging her. Talena breathed in her scent deeply to assure herself it was real, and her nose picked up the light and fresh air of the girl. She was soft and warm and her hug felt wonderful. Talena gently peeled Maya off her.

“Is Alishah safe? And Perri?” Talena whispered, her voice low and croaky.

Maya nodded animatedly, her bangles jangling on her slim wrists.

“That’s good… wait, what about Grokal? Is she alright?” Talena asked quickly. Now, Maya looked away. “Tell me, Maya. Please…” Talena hissed through tears.

Maya looked sympathetic, and shook her head sadly.

“She’s… dead…” Talena breathed, terror flooding through her like liquid metal.

Maya shook her head quickly, then held her hand out and tilted it sideways; the universal symbol for “not good, not bad”. Clearly, it meant Grokal was just hanging on. Talena shifted herself out of bed, but it was hard. Maya helped her stand and her legs were shaking.

“How long have I been out for?” Talena asked. Maya held up three fingers. “Three days? Gods… Maya, is Grokal at the Temple of Kynareth?” The Khajiit girl nodded. “Please take me there. Is Alishah out?” Maya nodded again. “Good, I’ll see her when I’m back. Let’s go.”

On staggering, shaking legs, Talena bravely put one foot in front of the other, and walked across the kitchen that was just outside of the spare room. It felt like miles, but Talena needed to see the woman who had saved her from slavery. Maya clung on to her firmly to hold her up, and Talena marvelled at how slender, yet strong, she was.

 

 

Grokal Bear-Tamer lay asleep, covered with a thin sheet on a temple bed. She looked peaceful, still, but a paler shade of green than she usually was. She looked like a beautiful death painting of someone recently deceased, and Talena was holding her hand firmly. The Khajiit prayed to all the Gods to wake her old flame. She had quietly sobbed when she first saw her, but was quiet now. Maya sat next to her, nervously fidgeting.

For a while, she simply sat with her. Her words seemed small in comparison to what Grokal had gone through for her, and Talena felt herself lost for words. Grokal’s greatest fear – the one thing that kept her up at night – was to be despoiled by Annalisse again. And it had happened, all because of Talena’s plan…

The last time this had happened to them both, Grokal suffered much worse than Talena. Perhaps, Talena’s life of being constantly raped, groomed and violated against her will had fortified her somewhat against the magic of Molag Bal. But for Grokal – who’s only illicit, unwanted run-ins were with local bears – it had struck her down harder. Even a year on, before the big assault under the mountain, Grokal hadn’t been fully better. She stumbled, paused, felt clumsy. Yet, despite it all, she joined in Talena’s war, and was now comatose because of it. Talena couldn’t help herself; she wept again.

Talena spent perhaps an hour by Grokal’s side. Maya stayed with her throughout. Eventually, Talena began to talk. She spoke about waking up herself not too long ago, of seeing Maya’s smiling face, of saving Perri and defeating Annalisse once and for all. The dark-haired siren would never trouble them again, except in nightmares. It was where she belonged. Throughout it all, Talena held onto Grokal’s hand.

Eventually, something interesting happened. Talena felt Grokal’s grip grow tighter by a slim margin. Talena leaned up and over her friends face and whispered in her ear to do it again, and pressed her forehead onto Grokal’s. She was close enough to feel the Orsimer’s gentle breath, and then she made a funny choked sound.

“There I was thinking you’d give me a kiss…” Grokal whispered. Talena pulled back, and looked at the woman, who’s cinnamon-brown eyes were barely open, but open they were. She held a crooked smile with tusks protruding, and she looked ghastly pale, but Talena felt she had never looked more radiant.

“Grokal…” Talena whimpered, pressing a long kiss to the Orc’s cheek. She held her close too, and hugged her one-time lover and deep friend. She stayed there for a while, until Grokal gave another chuckle.

“Ok ok, let me have some air. You act like I died or something,” Grokal joked, but her voice was terribly weak. Maya went to fetch her some water, and Talena cradled her face, her own close enough for her whiskers to tickle the pale green flesh.

“I only just woke up too. Apparently, it’s been three days,” Talena said.

“Wow…”

“How do you feel?”

“Honestly, not as bad as last time. But still not great. Going on a year without that cursed magic in my body, and now it’s back again. You?”

“I’m better for seeing you. Do you feel strong enough for a walk? Or just to stand?” Talena offered.

“Let me lean on you. If I accidentally grope you, know it was done deliberately,” Grokal sniggered. 

“If it gets you up and about, by all means,” Talena replied.

She helped Grokal up on shaking legs, but she held her over a shoulder for support. Grokal looked terribly weak, and was only dressed in a long bed shirt that fell to her knees, but she tottered forwards. Maya brought her a glass of water, and Grokal gulped it down. Maya went to refill it, and the pair took a small walk outside to stretch their legs. Talena’s own were a little bedsore.

“You know… I can’t thank you enough. For coming all this way, for supporting me with the siege, for saving me again! I… know I am eternally in your debt. Forever,” Talena said in a small voice. Grokal chuckled, and pulled her closer to her, one arm now around her hip.

“You know how I feel about you, Talena. I’d walk into an Oblivion Gate for you,” Grokal answered firmly, gazing at the Khajiit with months of burning longing. Talena knew that if she was single, the only person she would want to be with was Grokal. As it was in this world, Grokal was her firmest and most resolute friend. One could love friends too…

“I still cannot put it into words. But I am so grateful, and you always will have a place at my table.”

“Where is Alishah anyway?”

“I am not sure. So far, the only people I have seen from before the battle was you and Maya. I assume they are out…”

“Talena!” A rich voiced boomed from near the Gildergreen, and her attention turned. It was a small-figured Bosmer, followed by a sturdy Imperial man and Talena smiled at them both; Ardwen and Darmenius had come to greet them.

“Hello, so nice to see you…” Talena began, but was enveloped in a hug by both. Grokal was also part of the embrace.

“We thought you were both still asleep!” Ardwen pronounced.

“We were, we’ve only just got up,” Grokal answered wearily.

“Ardwen has been a key figure in your health. She has been making potion after potion for the pair of you, as well as using her healing magic,” Darmenius said, almost proudly. Ardwen rolled her eyes.

“Don’t lay it on so thick…” the Bosmer woman said.

“If that’s true, you have both of our thanks. As well as for the fight, I can’t imagine how many were injured,” Talena enquired, and Darmenius looked distant.

“Yes, we lost a few of my men. Alishah also had some casualties from her Redguard warriors, and a couple of those Forsworn also fell,” Darmenius explained.

“Mellvi and Dawn… are they still here in the city?” Talena said.

“No, they left to bury the dead in the Reach custom up the mountains, but should be back any day. They also wanted to send you good fortunes, as well as an invite for dinner next time you’re in The Reach.”

“I will. Did we have any other injuries?” Talena asked, and she sat Grokal down on a bench as she was starting to sag.

“Mjoll got a pretty nasty cut, and a bruised collarbone and shoulder. Erandur broke his arm, but he recovered fast with magic, and Mjoll can’t keep her hands off him. Saayja is fine as well, and insists she is going to marry J’zargo, and both him and Brelyna are unharmed,” Darmenius explained swiftly.

“I’m glad she is getting her future plans in order,” Talena said, not surprised by her cousin’s conduct.

“Who else? Venessa had to leave on a trade caravan, but insists you write to her. Ondolemar and his damned Altmer agents also left, praise be.”

“They were a major help for us,” Talena added carefully. Darmenius gave a soft grunt, then nodded.

“Aye, they were. Ghorza and Moth were also pretty banged up, but both are fine, though Moth lost an eye.”

“How dreadful!”

“But all things considered, our casualties are relatively light. We have your planning to thank for that.”

“I couldn’t have done it without Alishah. Where is she by the way? And Perri as well.”

“Her and Hera went hunting. Alishah wanted some fine boar for when you woke up. The pair hunt often; I think she’s found a kindred spirit,” Ardwen added primly. Talena noticed her dog at last, and it was sniffing some flowers. “Perri is gathering medical ingredients outside of the city, but she’ll be back soon. I know everyone will be glad to see you both back up and walking. We have a party organised after all,” Ardwen winked.

“Party?”

“Yes, for defeating the witch!”

“Of course! What do we have planned?”

“More ale, mead and wine that we know what to do with,” Darmenius answered with a smile.

“Sounds wonderful, we have lots to celebrate… and friends to commiserate. Sorry about your soldiers…” Talena added.

“They were good men, and knew what the fight was. But, thank you.”

The four got Grokal back inside, as she was passing out on the bench. Ardwen went back to healing her, and Darmenius had to head off for some errands in the Cloud District. He asked if Talena would be alright on her own, and she said she would be.

Talena felt her feet take her towards the market, and then onwards towards the city gates. Guards nodded at her, merchants smiled and offered their wares, and Maya clutched her hand tightly, almost afraid to lose her. Her fur was so white and so soft, it was special just being able to touch the youth.

As they neared the main street that led towards the front of Whiterun’s gates, a trio of figures emerged into the city, all talking animatedly. Talena spotted them quickly with her intense eyes and keen senses: one of the figures was a tall Nord woman in heavy armour, hefting a small boar on her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The second was a slim, pale girl with raven hair and an ethereal charm. The third was a dark-skinned, glowing woman whose sensuality and attraction Talena could feel all the way down the street. She began running by instinct, dragging Maya along like a child with a toy doll. 

As her footfall grew louder and louder along the cobbled streets, the dark-skinned woman looked up at the commotion. When her eyes saw Talena, the golden irises grew so large they looked like giant copper discs. Her dark lips mouthed her name, but Talena didn’t hear her. She let go of Maya’s hand, and leapt towards Alishah, wrapping her arms around her neck and locking her legs around the woman’s waist in a tight hug. She squeezed tightly, and never wanted to let go. Talena breathed in her smell deeply through her nose, the scent of mountain flowers and spices rich and tickling her nose.

“Talena! My dear, dear Talena…” Alishah’s throaty voice spoke in a quavering voice. Talena wept, as she had missed her wife terribly. The Redguard’s arms covered her body and held her closer, as she whispered in her ears.

“I missed you…” Talena whimpered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Shh, it’s ok. It’s ok. You’re here with me now. Come, let’s get you inside. I feel we need to catch up properly,” Alishah said, and led her towards Breezehome. Talena still clung to her body like a bear cub.

 

 

All five of them – Talena, Alishah, Hera, Maya, and Perri – were now all inside Breezehome, cups of wine in their hands, and the opening salvo of hugs and greetings concluded with. Talena sat on the rug with her legs crossed, the fire pit warming her skin and the biggest smile she had ever had beaming on her face. She looked around at the group with a light heart and endless joy as they surrounded her by the fire.

Alishah and Talena had hugged, kissed, held each other and more. Most of all, they hugged, and were just near each other. Perri stood to the side awkwardly, but when Talena was done holding her wife, she slipped over and cupped the young Breton’s cheek. It was remarkable how healthy she now looked. Maya and Hera were happy to watch the display of affection with grins. The chatter of voices was like honey to Talena’s ears.

“It is so good to see you up and about, dear. That boar I poached will taste all the sweeter now,” Hera smiled in one of the armchairs, Maya perched on her lap like a pretty, exotic bird.

“Yes, though the bugger took us for a run! I really thought we’d lose it,” Alishah chuckled, though obviously happy about being able to provide a delicious treat for Talena.

“I am glad you brought it, I feel like I haven’t eaten in days,” Talena answered with a smile.

“Well, technically that’s true. You haven’t had a meal for three days,” Perri piped up, sipping her wine daintily.

“And you’re sure you are alright? After the cave?” Talena asked the Breton, who smiled.

“I told you; I am fine! I was mostly worried about you. I was only unconscious for a few hours. Is Grokal doing well?”

“She is, though she’s still weak. I must thank her again.”

“The poor thing. Though, she’s in the best place for her. She’ll heal up for the party well,” Alishah reassured her. Talena nodded.

“As well, all of our party is still around Whiterun. Some are further, but all are waiting to hear about your recovery at the party. If you feel up for it, we could have it soon? Keep that boar meat fresh,” Hera said. Maya nodded her head happily and Hera stroked her back.

“Oh, I have never had a party before! Not a proper one, I mean. It’ll be nice to see friends that isn’t under a cave. Oh, I almost forgot! Rochelle and Dana will be there too!” Perri piped up with a grin.

“Wow, are they still around here?” Talena asked.

“Yes, they’ve been given a little room at a nearby farm by the Jarl. Rochelle said she didn’t want to leave behind Dana, and now the pair live together,” Perri smiled.

“That’s good they are staying together. I do hope they will be alright.”

“They’ll meet us at the party. Everyone will. They are awaiting on baited breath word about your recovery. We can send out couriers now? Get everyone together at the Bannered Mare?” Hera offered.

“Let’s have one more quiet night. Just us. Then, I can’t wait to see everybody. I do think I owe quite the number of rounds to everyone for helping me out,” Talena chuckled.

“They fought for you, because they are with you. We all are,” Alishah said with a kind smile. Talena sent one back to her wife. Her love. Her whole. Her everything.

 

 

The invites were sent out, and the celebration was marked for two nights from that evening. Hera had booked out the tavern again, and made sure it was well stocked with provisions, and handed over the boar to the innkeeper to be prepared and roasted on a spit. Alishah ran around the local areas with invites and tales, whilst Perri organised songs, dances, music and a few tonics. Maya helped decorate the place with bunting, flowers, ribbons and cakes.

Talena was told, firmly, to do nothing, and regain her strength. So she did; with Grokal. The pair spent the two days together and rebuilt their fortitude and stamina, taking short walks around town and breathing in the fresh chill air. Whiterun looked lovely during those peaceful days, with all the fighting and danger behind them both.

Grokal got better too. She was stronger on her legs now, managed to walk around the whole walls of the city and even ran for a brief stretch down the courtyard towards the marketplace. She would still insist on holding Talena’s hand for “support” whenever they strolled around town, and Talena was happy to oblige.

It was nice for them to walk around their city again, hand in hand. It was just like the old days when they had been lovers, before they became… trapped under the mountain. A few people recognised them, and knew of their daring story, and would stop to chat and discuss what had endured there. Talena felt the Orsimer tighten the grip on her hand a little harder when Annalisse’s name came up in conversation. Even being dead, she still haunted Grokal. She had that power…

Part of Talena’s heart missed Grokal. She missed her soft green skin, and tender smile. She missed her soothing voice, and colourful songs, and playful barbs. She missed brushing her silky hair, and assembling her necklaces, and drinking firm spirits with her. She even – despite her best judgements – missed her lips… missed kissing her breasts… missed hearing her moan…

Talena knew that a fragment of her would always love Grokal. Not only had they been through utter despair and anguish together – something that would bind their souls forever – but when they had been lovers, it had all felt so… right? Their closeness, and tension, and desire. Talena was so glad to have known someone like Grokal. Even more so knowing Grokal was still alive, and getting better. It made Talena smile.

Ardwen helped Grokal gain her strength back, and as the day of the party drew closer more of her friends came into the city. All were overjoyed she was up and about, with kind words and fast smiles greeting her. Talena felt like a celebrity in the city, but even the guards came up to her and praised her conduct on defeating The Terror of Ivarstead. Some of them had heard horror stories around the fireplace about Annalisse, and were grateful Talena had killed her. Apparently, the mead for her party was all paid for by the guards.

On the day of the party, Talena and Grokal were sitting on a low stone wall, watching the world go by. All of her allies would soon arrive and turn The Bannered Mare into a raucous area of revelry. Talena couldn’t wait, and Grokal’s strength had mostly come back by now. Talena’s palms was on the smooth stone of the wall, Grokal’s hand was placed on top. Her finger rubbed Talena’s thumb softly. Talena didn’t mind.

“I am so excited about tonight. Lying in bed all day is boring,” Grokal sniffed, and flicked a long strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Me too. I need this. What do you think you’ll do afterwards? Travel? Settle down? Find a new adventure?” Talena asked, looking towards Grokal with wide, inquisitive eyes.

“Hmm, good question. After we came back from the mountain for the first time, I lived here for a while. It was nice, and I liked the quiet stability. Perhaps do that for a while longer?”

“That sounds good. And hey, I only live in Falkreath! Me and Alishah could come and visit you all the time!” Talena cheered.

“I’d like that. Do you know what’s going to happen with Perri as well? She is alone now,” Grokal added with sorrow. It was a pertinent question, and one Talena pondered often.

“She is alone, but not without friends. I’ve spoken with Alishah briefly about it, and we’re thinking of letting her stay with us for a while until she finds her feet,” Talena said.

“That is kind of you. You’re always so kind, do you know that?” Grokal playfully mocked, but her smile was sincere. Talena couldn’t help but giggle as well.

“After that, how knows? I’d imagine she would want to move far away from here, maybe start a new life somewhere else? Wherever she wants to go, we’ll support her.”

“Seeing her walking around day to day… she is quite the looker. I imagine she’ll do well, so long as she hadn’t inherited any of her mother’s malice.”

“All she inherited from Annalisse was her beauty. Her heart is good,” Talena said.

With the conversation turning to the pale stunner, a familiar black-haired girl peeked out behind a building and spotted the pair. It was Perri, and she trotted over with a grin. She was wearing a formal green dress, brown boots and a thick belt cinched around her narrow waist. Simple farmer wear, really. Yet, she filled it out so perfectly, and shone in radiance, it was hard not to stare. Her blue eyes met Talena’s own.

“I’m meant to find you two. Alishah says everyone is at the tavern now, and the party is to begin! Let’s go, the band has only just started!” the girl said excitedly. Talena smirked and sat up, helping Grokal up and supporting her friend on the shoulder.

“Best lead the way then,” the Khajiit grinned. The three soon departed to a growing cheer, and the sound of drums.

 

 

The celebration festivities was the liveliest one Talena had ever participated in, even wilder and more chaotic than her wedding party. The Bannered Mare was decorated and covered with banners, candles, cakes and paper hats, while the food was some of the best she had eaten. It was also rowdy, loud, full of song and good cheer and much laughter.

Talena paced around the inn – which was so full of fighters, the front doors were left open to let in some air – and greeted and charmed everyone she met. These people had followed her, fought for her and even in some cases, died for her. She was immensely grateful to all of them.

Talena praised the fighting skills of Mjoll and Erandur - who were now together more often than not – and Erandur’s arm was healing well, though still in a sling. She met the pair at a table full of glasses of wine, and took one herself to cheer them both.

Ghorza and her now one-eyed brother, Moth, were discussing Orsimer life in a lively debate with Grokal, and all were happy to see the young Khajiit, Grokal getting stronger every day. They raised a cup of wine to the dead and injured, those to heal quickly.

Talena hugged Saajya closely, overwhelmed that her cousin was safe. The tall and copper-coloured Khajiit looked lively and happy to be here in a party, while J'zargo was constantly on her arm. The pair looked good together, and his student friend Brelyna was deep in conversation with Ardwen, who had her hood down and her soft skin shining in the candlelight.

Talena met some of the fierce Forsworn who had fought alongside her, and as wild as they were, they were undoubtedly supportive during the battle. She praised them all, and gave a chuckle at the odd sight of Dawn – still in her youthful, girly disguise – busily making out with Mellvi, as the blonde warrior sat on the girl’s lap. If only the people in this tavern knew the truth…

Hera was in her element talking to the Companions, and a few Imperial soldiers about the battle and how many they slew. A warrior deeply loved battle, and the stocky Nord woman seemed excitable and animated as she drank deeply. Maya was on a nearby table nibbling on sweet cakes and bread, and winked as Talena saw her.

Maya then paced over to a small corner booth where Rochelle and Dana were seated, and Talena supposed the two ex-slaves must have gotten along well with each other, sharing the same ailment and horrible memories from their time with Annalisse. Rochelle looked healthy and happy though, her freedom making her glow with hope. Her smile was genuine and pure. Talena grinned back. Dana – though still far away and glassy – seemed much happier too.

The last person Talena saw in the busy inn – the one she had wanted to see most of all – was her stunning Redguard wife, now cleaned from battle and dressed in a formal gown that clung to her rich body in dark velvet. Talena kissed her on the lips, warm lips with the taste of spiced wine, and smiled when they parted.

“Hey you,” Talena chuckled.

“Right back at you. Still feel this is all real?” Alishah asked, gazing around at the lively room.

“In some ways, I can’t believe we won. Those we lost will be remembered, but those we saved… we saved them. All of them. Those slaves, their lives… it doesn’t bear thinking about,” Talena said, gulping her wine a little too quickly.

The number of girls they freed was immense, and the city of Whiterun was helping them out with accommodation and healing. Talena had even visited some, and they acclaimed her as their saviour. She had tried to reject this description, but they wouldn’t be swayed. Even the Jarl gave her a generous monetary reward for killing the Witch. 

“Hey, you’re not in those caves anymore. You’re here. Right here, with me,” Alishah smiled warmly, her beauty making her glow impossibly bright. Talena kissed her again.

“I love you.”

“Right back at you. And when we head on back home, we practically have a daughter to look after now as well,” Alishah giggled, spotting the young Perri making rounds with a tray of food. The pale Breton looked stunning. She always did…

“As her guardians, I’d say she wouldn’t be anywhere else. She is a kind soul, and has mentioned wanting to work to free the rest of the girls her mother sold before we raided that cave,” Talena said.

“I wonder what our little home will be like with an extra person? Crowded, perhaps?” Alishah pondered, taking a glug of ale.

“I think we’ll make it work. After all, it was our idea to host her there.”

“Plus, if she is saving more girls, then that’s a good thing indeed. I don’t want you heading into danger again, though.”

“I promise. And if we do face any danger, we’ll do it together,” Talena grinned and held onto Alishah’s hand. She received a faithful squeeze back. Talena looked at the happy crowds and smiling faces, knowing each one of these people deeply and securely. It felt good to now unwind, relax and celebrate a job well done. There was much of the night still to enjoy however, and Alishah got pulled away by her Redguard companions who had been drawn into a drinking contest with Darmenius’ men. Talena waved her off with a chuckle and watched the festivities with pleasure.

After some time, the young Perri sauntered over and propped herself up on a bar stool next to the Khajiit. She didn’t say anything, just sipped her wine, but she did place her pale hand onto Talena’s furry one, and rubbed a spot there gently. The pair stayed like that for a while, just watching the partygoers revel and drink and hopelessly flirt with one another.

“I know I’ve said, ‘thank you’ enough times, but I really mean this… thank you, Talena. For everything,” Perri finally spoke, her blue eyes like azure stars that dazzled anyone who walked a midnight trail. Her voice was soft and pure, her accent sharp and refined. She hadn’t aged since the first time they met two years ago, and if anything looked more youthful, now she was free from threats and danger from her deranged mother.

“And I know I’ve said, ‘you’re welcome’ enough times, but what’s one more; you are welcome. I will protect you, Perri. Saving you was the only thing I thought about before I left those caves,” Talena confided, now holding onto Perri’s young, delicate hand. It was so soft…

“I swear, I will never let either of you down. I will keep you house clean, work the vegetable patch, and go on errands.”

“Are you sure you can find all that time, when you’re meant to be tracking down those lost girls?” Talena asked.

“That too. And because of my knowledge of my mother, and her secret stashes, I have wealth too to do so. Of course, this wealth is yours as well. But I will use my share to track down anyone Annalisse sold before you saved me,” Perri said proudly.

“How about we have a dance?” Talena offered. Perri drained her glass and wiped her lips, then hopped off the stool.

“I was always taught how to dance, but it will be better doing it with someone I actually care about, rather than an instructor,” Perri said.

“Well, lead the way then,” Talena giggled, taking the girl’s hand and pacing over to the portion of floor taken up by dancing figures that swayed to the bard’s song. They found a spot, and embraced so their bodies were close and their movements in rhythm to the music. Talena held the girl close, and as she felt the warmth of Perri soak into her fur she had a sudden realisation that struck her; she never wanted to let go.

 

 

The party was a rousing success and lasted into the early hours of the next morning, and over the following days Talena’s compatriots all began to return to their homes. Mjoll and Aerin travelled back to Riften, eager to keep the city safe and giving Talena an open invite to return at any time. The Winterhold students had to go back to their studies, which had been sorely neglected over the past few days. Saajya had a ship to catch, and managed to snag a carriage ride to Solitude from Darmenius and his men; the solders seemingly eager to have such a pretty traveling partner accompanying them.

Erandur travelled back to Dawnstar, incredibly happy the slaver menace he had worked so hard to finish was now finally destroyed. Ghorza and Moth departed with Mellvi and Dawn back to their rugged land, the party laughing and talking as they went. Ardwen set off for another pilgrimage with a train of faithful and her trusty dog. Grokal now spent time with Hera and Maya as a close friend, and she was healing well. Talena, Alishah and Perri all returned home as well, back to Falkreath. The road was calm and the journey uneventful. The weather was mild, but with the slightest nip in the air.

After getting back to their quaint little home, it was remarkable how quickly things got back to normal. Talena still kept herself busy keeping the house tidy, collecting supplies, investigating rumours and cooking meals. Alishah went out on night posts, convoy protection jobs, patrols and investigating lost people in the mountains. Perri was a huge help around the house, and made sure never to step on her new host’s toes, and settled in quickly as a member of the town that many enjoyed being around. Talena was one of them.

Perri began spending much of her hours tracking shipping reports and old slave contracts she found in the caves. These tracked stolen girls, and she disbursed much of her wealth on finding them, sending couriers and mercenaries all over the land. Talena was impressed with her resolve, and Perri never complained or angered. She was the opposite of her mother, Annalisse.

Yet, she was equal to her striking, halting beauty. Perhaps even more. Talena felt her breath catch every time a wind blew her midnight hair across her slim shoulders. Or how the early morning light caught her alabaster skin like a shinning piece of marble. Or her slim frame that fit into any outfit, whether they be dresses, coats or trousers. Even her smile caused a shameful stir in Talena’s lower belly.

One day, when Talena was returning from the lake early with a carrier full of freshly caught fish, she accidentally stumbled upon Perri who had just washed herself in the tub. Perri had just a small towel covering her breasts, and apologised profusely, but Talena expressed shamed regret and rushed to her bedroom. She was masturbating before she knew it, and came in silent squirts all over the floor with a hand clamped across her mouth to smother her screams.

Alishah noticed Talena was acting odd as well. She paid more attention to her voice and her thoughts and her distance. The pair still made love, and Talena still enjoyed their sex like it was the best in the world, but the dark-skinned stunner also knew her wife. She probed after sex, but Talena rebuffed her. Instead of pressing the issue, Alishah kissed the fur on her back soothingly in delicate patterns that she knew Talena liked.

As the days continued, Talena’s focus slipped. She imagined fantasies that she could never act upon. She felt sick when Perri wasn’t around, then ashamed when she was. She took quiet walks by herself to scream into the woods, and sobbed as she fingered herself in the quiet forest till disgraceful completion.

She was safe. She was free. She was home. Yet, she could never escape herself. That bitter, dark, twisted version of Talena always haunted her mind, and teased her sinful betrayal of her wife. It didn’t help that the dark version made more sense with each passing day. It even asked pertinent questions: what would Perri’s lips feel like? How loud would she scream when she orgasmed? Would her taste be similar to her mother’s?

Talena couldn’t believe herself. She had won a great victory, killed an evil that had terrorised the entire world, and married her soulmate. Yet, now she was feeling horrible temptations in her heart, and it made her feel sick with herself. As much as she tried to resist it, her heart told her the truth, as it always would; she was hopelessly in love with Perri.

She loved the Breton’s smile, sweet and free like spring air. She loved her eyes, as bright and striking as lightning. She loved her voice, expressive and clear like an articulate woman of high class and elocution. She loved her slim figure, desperate to be wrapped up in her furry arms. She loved her cooking, skilled and expert like from a great chef. She loved her… loved her… loved her…

A gloom descended upon Talena over the following days, one which stole her smile. She had won her final great battle, but was now torn apart internally by lecherous thoughts to someone she was meant to be protecting. Not only that, it broke Talena’s heart how she was actively betraying Alishah, even if she hadn’t done anything yet. The mere thoughts themselves were guilt enough.

Talena began spending time alone for long stretches. She didn’t want to be around Perri or Alishah anymore. She hiked up nearby mountains to clear her head with the dazzling views of Skyrim. She fished by herself along the rivers for many hours, then threw the fish back in the churning waters after the catch. She even walked dark and gloomy woodland trails at night, hoping against hope some pack of wild wolves would gangrape her then tear her to pieces, for it was all that she deserved. She felt such sadness in those days.

Why was she feeling like this? Yes, she had always held a hidden attraction to Perri – anybody would – but these feelings went past a simple crush. Talena knew, even while she had been married to Alishah, that she still went weak at the knees for some people, and held physical attraction to them. Darmenius was the obvious choice; a man who had captured her heart long ago, and would always remain close to her. Grokal was another, a soul she always felt at peace around, and was drawn to intimately.

There was the couple, Hera and Maya, two individuals she knew she fancied and had often masturbated at the thought of them. Saayja, her sweet cousin, was another individual whom she felt a pull towards, as well as the honied memory of their time together in Solitude. Even someone as shadowy and evil as Annalisse caused her heart to flutter – and not just due to fear.

But love? Real love. Something that should only be reserved for Alishah? Talena loathed herself now, hating how her beautiful Redguard wife was now sharing this special position with some girl she found in a cave. She was stupid, a temptress, a harlot! Talena should have left her in that cave with her mother! Left her to be the slave she was always meant to be!

Talena screamed, weeping great tears. No. No, Perri didn’t deserve any of that, just because Talena couldn’t control her emotions. She deserved to be safe and home, protected from this vicious world. Not Talena, though. She would always cause trouble wherever she went. Perhaps she should get on a ship and go somewhere else? Sell herself into slavery perhaps, for it was all that she deserved…

“Talena?” a small voice came from behind a row of trees. It was a sweet, clipped voice and belonged to a black-haired beauty that Talena was now obsessed with. Perri soon emerged under the bristles of a fir branch, her face a picture of confusion and concern. Talena had escaped the house earlier in the morning, and found a quite spot. “I heard a scream, are you alright? I’ve been looking for you for ages…” Perri asked, sitting next to Talena. She smelled incredible. She looked incredible. Even her warm presence felt incredible.

“No. I’m not alright,” Talena responded flatly. Half her mind wanted to slap Perri silly, and another wanted to kiss her on those pink, tempting lips.

“I know, you’ve seemed… off for a while now. Ever since we got back to Falkreath. What’s wrong?” Perri said tenderly, placing a pale hand on Talena’s shoulder. The Khajiit shrugged her off.

“I… you… I think you should leave.”

“W-what?” Perri said in a trembling voice.

“Not just here, I think you should leave Falkreath. Leave our home. Go somewhere, anywhere!” Talena growled, not realising how angry she had become.

“Leave, why? What have I done?” Perri asked in genuine confusion.

“Nothing. You’ve done nothing, and I hate it. It’s my fault. It always is,” Talena replied in a shaky voice, fresh tears spilling from her eyes.

“Talena, what’s going on?”

“Ever since I saved you all that time ago, I realised something… I had been thinking about you since the first time we met. Thinking about you as often as I could.”

“I thought about you all the time as well,” Perri said sweetly.

“I thought it was because I wanted to save you, and I did think that! But then, when we brought you back to dwell with us after you were liberated from Annalisse, that feeling persisted. You were safe with us, yet I knew something terrible.

“I understood that the emotion I was feeling was something strong. It wasn’t just attraction or desire, it was… love. Perri, I… I love you. I have always loved you. I love you so much it breaks my heart. I see you smile, and it makes me shake. I smell your scent, and I want to weep. I can’t stop thinking about you, even right now looking at you.

“Perri, I love you and that’s why you must leave me,” Talena cried through sobbing breaths.

Perri just stared at Talena with her wide beautiful blue eyes. A shard of sunlight shone through the green leaves, and illuminated her like a perfect painting. She looked so gorgeous, so innocent, so perfect… she had tears in her eyes as well. She reached up a hand and cradled Talena’s cheek, tickling her whiskers.

“I love you as well,” the girl replied softly, barely above a whisper.

“You can’t! We can’t! I am married to Alishah, and I love her so much, and I’m betraying her!” Talena realised she was almost shouting now. She was so confused and desperately forlorn.

“You are not betraying her by loving someone else…”

“Yes, I am! I can’t think straight when I’m around you! If you keep living with us, or just being around us, something will happen. Something bad, and it will be the ultimate infidelity! Please don’t say you love me…” Talena whimpered now, suddenly small and young and vulnerable.

“I do love you. You saved me,” Perri replied.

“Don’t…”

“I love you.”

“Please…”

“Talena, I am in love with you. I have been since I first saw your face. Seeing you again, after all these years, was like a dream. You saved me, Talena. You have kept me protected, and protected my soul. You kept my thoughts’ company during those quiet nights after you and Grokal departed. I dreamed of you. I touched myself thinking of you…” Perri murmured, so close to Talena’s face now they could have kissed… would they kiss…

“No…”

“Living with you and Alishah has made me the happiest Breton in the world. I am touched to have been your guest, blessed to have had you both in my life. Talena, I will always love you, just as you will always love me. But, if you wish it to be, I will leave Falkreath and you will never have to see me again. If that is your choice… do you want that?” Perri insisted desperately. Talena took one last look at her – ensuring to drink up every trace of her pure features into her memory – then slowly removed the girl’s hand from her cheek. Perri’s palm was speckled with tears.

“You must…” Talena snivelled.

“Then I will go. I’ll get my things from our home… sorry, your home. And I will take a cart to the docks in Solitude,” Perri said plainly, standing up and brushing off pine needles from her clothes. She gave Talena a look as if she wanted her to say something else, but Talena looked away in shame. Then she slowly went back the way she came, onwards to Falkreath and then to distant Solitude.

When Talena knew enough time had passed, and there was no possible way for Perri to hear her, she burst into tears and cried until she was exhausted. Her sorrow took the air from her lungs and burned her cheeks. After her wrenching sobs and moans, she wiped her eyes and brushed off her tears roughly with the back of her hand. Suddenly tired, Talena lay down on a soft bed of forest litter, closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber. She had no dreams.

 

 

Birdsong woke her. It was sweet, and clashed horribly with her bitter mood. Talena sat up and brushed her eyes. She then looked wistfully at the pommel of Mjoll’s dagger, and for a moment – a breath, really – she considered taking it out and thrusting it into her own heart. There may even be traces left of Annalisse’s blood along the dull metal, and it would mix and swirl with her own. In some way, a part of Perri – her lineage – would be in Talena’s blood as well. That was the only way they could be together, Talena contemplated.

Shaking her head, she stood up. On wobbly legs, she paced back towards her home. She took her time. She didn’t want to see that cursed places so quickly. She realised she would have to talk to Alishah about what had happened, and why Perri had suddenly left without notice… it would be horrible.

Eventually she reached the safe embrace of Falkreath, the guards greeting her warmly. She ignored them. The townsfolk also smiled and spoke to her, but she couldn’t care less about them. She was like a ghost. Before too long she was standing outside her own door and bored into the wood with her eyes.

I had better explain this mess to Alishah…

Talena stepped inside. Her home was warm and the hearth lit, but the most unusual thing about it, was Perri standing there with a stern expression on her face. Next to her was Alishah, hands on hips, and looking equally stern. The firelight made her brown skin glow brightly a reassuring hue.

“Don’t say a word. Sit here, and listen. Don’t open your mouth to speak, just listen,” Alishah ordered, pointing to a chair. Talena went over to it and obeyed the command, seating herself so she faced the pair.

“Me and Perri have discussed some things. Quite in depth. I’ll cut to the chase; those feelings you have towards Perri… they are not something to be ashamed of. Far from it. I have even felt some myself, but I figured you had a higher, and stronger, bond to our new lodger. After what you had both been through, it makes perfect sense,” Alishah began quickly, her smooth accent rolling over the worlds evenly. Perri nodded.

“We spoke about how you felt – and the shame you felt too. We spoke in length, and both of us came to the same conclusion… you have not betrayed anyone. We have been waiting for you to return, so we waited. And we spoke some more. Then we waited, and spoke some more… you get the idea.

“Talena, your love for me does not invalidate your love to Alishah,” Perri explained. Talena opened her mouth to retort, but Alishah hushed her.

“I love you, my dear wife. Love you more than grains of sand in a desert. And I understand how torn up you feel by loving another. But you still love me, you are still my soulmate, we are still married. This person, right here,” she placed a hand on Perri’s slim shoulder, “is not just some person who you fancy at a tavern. She is real and what makes her real is what you have both been through.

“I have seen the way you look at her when you think I’m not looking. I sense the way your tail flicks differently when you spot her across the street. I hear how light your voice becomes when you talk to her. Talena, I have known you loved Perri for quite a while,” Alishah answered, a trace of smugness on her lips. Had she known this entire time?

“Similarly, my feelings for you are no better hidden. It didn’t help Alishah found me touching myself while smelling your clothes that one night…” Perri added.

“Not relevant right now!” Alishah said in mock protest. But she quickly smiled.

“The facts are; I love you, Talena. You love me. You love Alishah, and I love Alishah too. Not in the same way that you do, but I do love her. She is strong, and brave, and kind, and sharp,” Perri said plainly, as if it was obvious.

“Plus, I’m really attractive,” the Redguard jested, and Perri giggled. Talena just stared in confusion. What was going on?

“Yes, you are! And so are you, Talena. My attraction grows for you each day, and I couldn’t bear to be away from you.”

“Which is why, she won’t. Perri will stay right where she is; with us,” Alishah added. She then prowled towards Talena on swaying hips that mesmerised the perplexed Khajiit. Before Talena could even ask what in the hells was happening, her wife kissed her, deep and full on the lips. Those lips tasted warm and sensual, and Talena felt herself slipping into them further. After a short while, Alishah pulled away from the wet embrace, her golden eyes staring down at the woman in front of her.

“You and me; we are married. We are wives. But, we have someone special in our lives too. Someone who is beautiful and graceful and willing. Someone who can’t just disappear after everything, and leave us without her. Perri is our family now, and she has wanted to kiss you for weeks now. Let her,” Alishah enthused passionately. She looked almost concerned Talena would say no. Her face was etched into perfect beauty on smooth skin, so luscious and tempting. Talena turned to face Perri.

“Don’t say anything yet. Don’t say a word,” Perri’s sweet voice rang out, and she hurried forwards, holding Talena’s face and kissing her passionately. Her lips were slimmer and tighter than Alishah’s, but the skin there was cool and velvet soft. Her tongue danced little circuits around Talena’s mouth and her voice hummed softly. Talena found herself kissing the Breton back before she even knew it. 

The kiss was… almost indescribable. It was soft and patient and comforting, but there was also the feeling of such longing in her heart for it. Talena’s heart beat with long-awaited beats, as her honest feelings flooded through her veins. Oh, but she loved Perri. She always had, even back when they had first met. Perri… so young, and pretty, and kind, and smart. Perri, with that long, dark hair, and pale skin that shimmered like glass, and a figure of incredible litheness…

The kiss became harder now, and Talena was already growing wet. Instead of running from this reaction, she leaned into it. She held Perri’s head, and brushed the black hair with her fingers, pulling her closer. Perri perched herself onto Talena’s lap, turning her body towards the Khajiit so she could kiss her and the pair cuddled while they kissed. Alishah stalked over to touch them all over, feeling shoulders, ears, hair and back. Talena couldn’t believe it, but this was really happening!

Perri pulled back a kiss, but only to lean up and smooch with Alishah there, the sight of them kissing causing Talena’s pussy to run wild with wetness. Alishah smiled darkly, her eyes half-lidded. Then she glanced down at Talena and pounced, embracing her lips with her own whilst Perri felt Talena’s breasts through the fabric. Talena moaned.

Having her feelings truly unleashed now, without fear or worry, made Talena’s skin feel wonderful. Her eyes could see brighter, and her nose smelled sweetness on the air. As she made out with her wife deeply, the young girl on her lap was busy playing with her tits and placing little kisses all over her collarbone and neck and chest.

Alishah pulled back, then forced Talena’s face back towards her own lap-bound lover for them to kiss again. They did, and it was equal parts erotic and sentimental. The clear passion between the two was now so obvious, it made perfect sense what they were doing. Talena held her close, holding on to Perri’s tight bum and she squeezed it. Perri squeaked through the embrace.

Perri stepped away and began to undress. She pulled her dress off her slim shoulders and stood to let it slip down her slim figure. As Talena watched – mesmerised – Alishah walked behind her and began to feel her body in those ways she enjoyed; rolling her large breasts, tickling her flat belly, nibbling on her ear and rubbing the flat of her palm against the wet patch between her legs. Talena groaned audibly and moved her hips forwards, but Perri grinned and kept stripping until she was totally naked. Her body was sublime.

Here paleness was almost stark. White and flawless like a lake of ice, and just as smooth. There was none of the chill though, and Perri’s body swayed and moved like silk on the breeze. Her shoulders were compact and led towards her lithe figure, her hips carrying a slight sensual thickness that followed her long, bare legs. She was so smooth and pale, Talena wanted to fuck her now. The patch between her legs was a strip of black hair that hung above her tender slit of pink lips. Even her nub looked like a sweet little peach, and Talena couldn’t help herself.

She threw her body forwards and kissed Perri passionately, half-stripping herself and half kissing desperately this girl she loved with all her heart. She was so needy now, she badly wanted to lay naked with Perri, but she was so excited, she was clumsy and her hands were awkward as they pawed at Perri’s perky bust. Her breasts felt so soft and wonderful, her nipples bright pink. Kissing her, after all this time, felt wonderful.

Gods, I am so attracted to her…

During their hurried and clumsy make out session, Talena had managed to shrug off her shirt. Now exposed – as she never wore undergarments – Perri latched on to her right breast with her small hand and squeezed tenderly, rolling her stiff nipple between thumb and finger. Talena made a noise through their kiss, and Perri continued to knead the flesh there. Perri’s silky black hair was running through Talena’s fingers, and her lips were the sweetest thing of all.

“I love you so much…” Perri whispered in a soft voice.

“I love you, too,” Talena replied, looking into the girl’s eyes. So blue and vibrant and pure. Alishah suddenly appeared behind her wife and cupped her left breast, adding her own gentle squeeze there. Talena’s eyes rolled white and she looked up at the ceiling as she was bombarded with pleasure. However, Perri pulled her face down so their kiss could continue, all while Alishah’s other hand sneakily slid under Talena’s waistband. Talena’s pussy was boiling at this point, and she almost sighed in relief as Alishah slipped two fingers smoothly inside her.

The sensation of being pressed between two beautiful people – all while being kissed and pleasured simultaneously – made Talena feel brighter and almost weightless. She allowed their hands to roam over her curves, and relaxed her position so they could access her body easier. Alishah kissed Talena’s neck from behind, while she slowly fingered her wife with knowing care. Perri now handled Talena’s rear like a piece of ripe fruit, and gripped it fully, almost afraid she would leave. Talena had no intention to.

Perri kissed Talena. Then she kissed Alishah. Then Alishah kissed Talena. Then they would repeat this sensual dance in circuits, three feminine figures embracing their love for each other deeply. A Khajiit. A Redguard. A Breton. A potentially unlikely trio, yet the way they all held each other made it seem a perfect match. Talena held onto the pair, a hand on each of them.

“I adore you…” she whispered to the pair. Perri’s face lit up, and Alishah fingered her even deeper as a reply.

Very soon, Talena was now fully naked. Alishah followed swiftly after, gathering the pair of girls and herding them towards their – now seemingly tiny – bed. Talena supposed it was never meant to fit three, but when Perri slinked onto it and face them, alive in her nudeness, Talena felt it was perfect. She joined Perri and kissed her again, while Alishah sat on the edge of the bed watching them and softly tracing patterns on her wife’s back. Talena’s tail flicked happily.  

Talena’s tongue danced with Perri’s in a long-awaited ballet that both had wanted deeply for some time. Perri was young and slightly inexperienced, but she more than made up for it with passion and sheer arousal. Talena – while kissing her – reached down her hand to tickle the patch between Perri’s legs, and was satisfied to feel her soft pubes lightly dewed with dampness. Perri gave a sweet moan, and Talena slipped her middle finger inside, followed by a bright gasp.

Perri’s inner sanctum was just as hot as Talena had dreamed, and her entrance was enticingly tight. She felt the young girl grip and hold onto her finger there, and she smiled through a kiss, breaking off to nibble on the soft lips, before she dove right back in for another dance. Talena rolled her finger in and out softly and easily, unsure if Perri was a virgin, but she seemed to have no issues there. Had Annalisse broken her in already? This thought died immediately as Alishah’s slim fingers rubbed her cunt and squeezed her labia with caring attention. Talena gasped herself, and Perri held onto her face with shaking hands.

It didn’t take very long for the young girl to quiver and cum – she had likely never felt another’s hand on her tender treasure – and it was a delight. Alishah propped her head on Talena’s shoulder to “ooh” and “ahh” as she watched Perri tremble like a nervous cat, while her nectar ran hot and quick down Talena’s fingers. The Khajiit herself was being busily fingered but her adoring wife, and didn’t orgasm herself yet, but she was close. Alishah pulled Talena’s hand that was buried in Breton pussy up to her lips, and greedily sucked and slobbered over the fur there, and Talena watched her with lusty fascination.

Talena leaned back and kissed Alishah again, loving the sparkling taste of Perri’s juice on Alishah’s dark lips. She adored her wife now more than ever, not simply for understanding her predicament with her emotions towards Perri, but also just… being there. Always. Their love was stronger than any element now, and she reached new heights simply enjoying the taste of her lips.

Then, Alishah gently pushed Talena on top of Perri, and the pair of lovers kissed automatically. Alishah moved to their side, and fondled both of their breasts, their hips, their arses and more. It felt wonderful, as did the sound of Perri’s hushed little gasps between their kisses. Talena felt bolder, and moved deeper. She kissed Perri on the neck, then down to her pert little breasts and rolled a nipple in-between her teeth. Perri gently pushed her down, and soon Talena was faced with a glistening pussy that begged to be devoured.

Talena wasted no time, and dove in with gusto, lapping up the sweet juices from Perri’s cunny with a thirsting tongue, and kissing the area with lips eager to taste. Perri squealed with delight, and held onto Talena’s head firmly, her fingers tickling the Khajiit girl’s braids. Talena ate out her pussy with an almost astonishing pace, for it was something she had desired for a long time by now. Perri’s legs were brought up to her shoulders, and her white skin shone in the dark room.

Talena continued, busily consuming the hot, pink lips in front of her, all while Alishah shifted herself behind Talena, picked up the girl’s rear and, holding Talena up off the bed, tongued her arsehole with gentle swirls. Talena squirmed and her legs went rigid, but she didn’t stop grinding her face on Perri, just as Alishah carried on tickling her anus with delight. Alishah also slipped a finger or two in her pussy to gently massage the sodden area, causing Talena arcs of raunchy pleasure.

For a long time, the trio were bound by their tongues, and bound by pleasure. Their small cries and groans and exultations filled the room in their cozy home. Perri came another time all over Talena’s fur, the stickiness on her face now a gift, while Talena soon after orgasmed herself due to her wife’s skilful movements. Despite Talena shaking because of the sheer bliss, Alishah didn’t stop until she had wrung out another orgasm from her wife. Talena collapsed on the bed, face down, as she shivered in small movements as the joy in her veins sustained. Her smile was wide.

Perri was on her back, her legs open wide, and her face a picture of boundless happiness. Her blue eyes were half closing and her body was just beginning to gather a sheen of sweat, and Talena found her more beautiful now than ever. Alishah must have thought the same, for she shifted her naked brown body over Talena and heatedly kissed the young girl, scooping her up in her arms, and reached around behind her to finger the youth. Perri mumbled something, then it became a line of nonsense. Alishah’s fingers were fast and smooth, and Talena watched mesmerised as Perri was finger-fucked.

The wet sounds coming from between Perri’s legs was almost amusing, like an exaggerated show put on in only the naughtiest districts of Solitude, but Talena watched with enraptured attention. Alishah cradled Perri like a child, the Breton’s pale legs pressed against Alishah’s bare torso. One dark hand clasped Perri’s taught little buttock, and the other fingered her dexterously. Perri, already overcome with the pleasure, could only kiss Alishah ineptly and paw at the older woman’s large breasts, but her hands and lower body were shaking and she cried out to the ceiling as she came again, Alishah taking the chance to suckle her neck like a vampire on a bite. Talena began to masturbate.

Now barely coherent, Alishah placed Perri down on the bed, then crawled over to Talena with new vigour in her gold eyes, kissing her wife then spreading her legs over her. Now, Alishah was in a crouched position, her pussy hovering just above Talena’s mouth. Still frigging herself furiously, Talena used her spare hand to pull down the delicious dark pussy lips to her mouth and used her skills of months of marriage to totally dominate her wife with pleasure. With the way Alishah’s back arched and her low, throaty hum, Talena assumed she succeeded.

When Alishah finally came, and Talena drank up every trace of pussy juice there, she sat bolt upright and kissed the now woozy Alishah. The Redguard put up a weak defence, and before long she was pressed submissively to Talena, their massive breasts pushing into each other like a teenage boy’s wet dream fantasy. Automatically – due to long-knowing the other’s desire – the pair began to finger the other. Talena was three fingers deep and up to the third knuckle, while Alishah was using two fingers inside, and a thumb rubbing circles on Talena’s burning clit.

Orgasms followed like the seasons, one after the other, and the hoarse shouts and swears of adulation rang out from the room. Perri watched, transfixed, as she busily touched herself with trembling fingers, and viewed the events unfolding in front of her like the most perfect pornographic performance available at the most illicit theatre. Perri shrieked with delight as Alishah came first, then Talena, then Alishah again…

Talena exhaled deeply, feeling the sheer furious heat on her breath, then she leaned forward and placed her lips on Alishah’s breastbone, drinking up the Redguard’s heat and lust. The brown-skinned beauty made a trembling sound from her throat, and her hands began to stroke Talena’s back, one of her hands covered in fresh Khajiit pussy juice. Talena could feel the stickiness on her fur, and she smiled.

Perri managed to drag her way towards the embracing lovers – as if she was lonely on the other side of the bed – and grabbed both of their arses, squeezing the blue fur and brown skin with aplomb. She moved in closely, and Talena could feel the girl’s small breasts pushing against her shoulder, so she opened up their hold to invite Perri inside. She grinned and darted inside, kissing Talena on the lips, then Alishah, then Talena again. Both parties gave her deep, warm, sensual caresses back, and the girl rubbed her body happily against the two.

The trio remained huddled together for a while as they all caught their breaths. The scene would not have looked out of place from the most creative pornographic tablet or lusty storybook. The atmosphere – and the women – were dripping with raw, sexual energy with an almost haze of sex fogging the air. Perri’s eyes had a far-off look as she regarded the two.

“I love you both with everything in my heart…” she whispered. Alishah pecked the girl on her slim lips and grinned lecherously.

“You will always be in our hearts as well,” Alishah sighed happily.

“Without a doubt,” Talena breathed, her heartbeat still racing like a bolted horse. She rubbed her hard nipples on both of the stunning idols in her cuddle, and she realised she was the luckiest creature in Nirn.

“I can’t believe we’ve just had sex too…” the Breton said in a tiny, amazed voice.

“Oh, but we’re not done yet, my treasure. Not by a long shot,” Alishah grinned again, then closed the distance to heatedly press her mouth and tongue to the girl’s, while her hand shot to Perri’s groin and instantly began fingering her in slow and smooth motions. Perri gave a surprised yelp behind the busy lips, but it soon became a low, throaty warble of passion. She spread her legs wide and Alishah took her.

Talena watched them have sex. It was magical, like a figment from her most debased imagination. Alishah was skilled and had stamina for three, but Perri still managed a good amount of battle before she finally succumbed. Seeing her almost white skin rolling and shifting like a tide against the dark skin of Alishah was hypnotic, like sea foam rushing over dusky sands. Talena touched herself and pinched and rolled her nipple with a free hand, not daring to even blink and miss the show. She growled when she climaxed messily all over the sheets.

Alishah fingered the Breton to an umpteenth orgasm that night as Perri cried and hollered with her pale face to the heavens. Alishah, the victorious combatant, chuckled softly and began nibbling on Perri’s tits again. Before too long, she was sitting on Perri’s face as the girl ate her pussy out with great laps of her pink tongue, all while Alishah had her back curved and nipples straight in delight. With a spare hand she busily frigged the young raven-haired stunner. 

The pair boiled over with heavy peaks and spilled much of their cunny juices all over the other, and when Alishah fell back in exhausted satisfaction, Talena sneaked over to kiss her. Then she moved over to Perri and kissed her too, much deeper this time so as to absorb all the flavour from Perri’s lips. The girl was cradled in her arms as they pressed lips together, and her lower body was quivering. Talena looked down into her eyes, and blue eyes met blue.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” Talena said in a soft voice. Perri lazily moved her head to the side and gave a half-cocked smile.

“Was I everything you imagined?”

“Everything and more…” Talena began, then descended upon the Breton like a sabre cat and its prey. Perri only gave a soft grunt of approval before she was devoured. Her pussy liquor was the sweetest thing Talena had ever tasted, and as she ravished the girl, Alishah had her eyes closed and her chest rose softly. Her eyelids fluttered, but she was clearly exhausted. Perri screamed meekly as Talena forced another orgasm out of her, then another, then another…

Their dance continued for hours. One moment, Talena was greedily gulping down the nectar from Perri’s quim as if from a mountain spring, the next she was on her belly as Perri fingered her from behind and kissed her neck as she draped herself over Talena’s back. Alishah woke up and finger-fucked Perri to completion, before sticking her fingers in Talena’s mouth to swirl the juice clean there. After that, Talena and Alishah rubbed their burning pussies together until their lower groins were sparkled with their colourful discharge, while Perri pinched and squeezed and fondled the pair’s hefty tits. Then it began all over again.

After a very, very long time, Alishah was spent, on her back and snoring softly. Talena was lying on one of her full thighs, while Perri was laying on the other. The girls looked at each other and smiled, both sweat-stained and noticeably fatigued. They were holding hands, and Talena kissed the girl’s fingers. Just being together like this made Talena astonishingly contented.

“This is the first night of the rest of our lives,” Perri said after a moment of comfortable, relaxed silence.

“I hope every night is like this then…” Talena replied softly, tracing a finger over Perri’s beautiful smile.

“Ha! I don’t think we’ll get much work done then.”

“I’d be happy with that…” Talena answered.

“Well, maybe we could take a few days off,” Perri giggled softly, kissing Talena on her wonderful lips. The kiss continued, then progressed. Before too long, Perri was lying on top of Talena, and as the pair kissed the Khajiit cupped her breasts lovingly. Then Alishah woke up.

“Hope you have room for one more,” The Redguard jested, then joined them.

 

 

A full month after that special night, life in Falkreath had changed dramatically. Talena hummed happily as she carried a basket of flowers along the pathway towards town. The day was wonderfully bright, with a cooling breeze to flow through her fur. A bird flitted through the air and tweeted gently, and she smiled at it. The scent of freshly cut wood and grassy verges reached her nose, and she wrinkled it happily.

Most mornings now, she woke up between Alishah and Perri, the three sharing a bed and usually after a passionate night of sex. Occasionally, Perri would sleep alone to leave the married couple a night to themselves, and Talena treasured those nights too. Her love for Alishah had grown every day since their wedding.

Now though, she had another love in her life. The sweet, pretty, youth that was Perri. She had filled their home with joy and wonderment, been a great source of fun and marvel, and made Talena and Alishah realise their passion for one another on an entirely new level.

Talena could have wept some days she was so happy. It felt almost unfair for her to get everything she wanted: a beautiful wife. A passionate lover. Friends and allies in all corners of the world. A home that was hers. Safety and security. Yet, after many years of trouble, misfortune and bad luck, perhaps this was now her time to enjoy this stage of life?

Talena did enjoy her life now. More than ever. She loved waking up next to Alishah, and she loved waking up next to Perri. Was she being greedy? Or was he finally allowing herself to be truly happy? A whistle broke her concentration, and she turned to see Alishah’s grinning figure looking down at her from a balcony.

“Find any good flowers?” she asked.

“Plenty, and we’re going to dry them out?” Talena enquired her wife, who was looking dazzling in the sunlight.

“Indeed; we dry them into a powder, mix it into some other concoction and use it in the bath. Makes the water smell lovely, and it’s good for our skin too.”

“You make it sound like we’ll be taking this bath together?” Talena joked.

“Well, obviously? We always do,” Alishah chuckled, then stepped down to greet her wife with a kiss and a cheeky pinch on her bottom.

“I love you, you know that?” Talena said. Alishah held her body close, with her hands on Talena’s hips.

“I do, but it’s always nice to be reminded from time to time,” Alishah grinned.

“For letting Perri stay in our lives too… I love that you did that, when you didn’t have to,” Talena added, feeling full comfort in her wife’s arms.

“I could tell how your emotions were eating you up inside. I want you to be happy whenever you’re around me. And I knew that was the one thing I could do to make you stay happy.”

“You’re perfect, and I could never be anything but elated around you. I’ll cook dinner tonight, what do you fancy?” Talena smiled, and linked a hand in Alishah’s as they walked towards their home.

“The area between your legs…” Alishah kidded, and Talena gave a snort.

“I’m serious! What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm… the area between Perri’s legs then!” Alishah said brightly, and Talena gave a hearty chuckle.

“You’re awful,” Talena sniggered. It felt good to do that, and she was doing it so much this past month.

“I think Perri has gone to get some good salted pork from the butchers. How about a nice stew?” Alishah said, now thoughtful.

“That sounds good. Maybe a glass or two of wine to go with it?”

“Sounds lovely.”

The pair walked the short distance home, but before going in, Talena gripped Alishah’s hand and spun her to face her. She cupped her wife’s face with both hands and kissed her on the lips, allowing all the love in her heart to fill the embrace. Afterwards she pulled back, and looked into the dazzling amber eyes with the utmost affection.

“I love you. You are my everything,” Talena purred.

“You… you are mine as well,” Alishah said after a moment to gather her thoughts.

“And would you look at this… seems that we’ve got the house to ourselves for now. Why don’t you join me in the bedroom, I have something to show you,” Talena teased sensually, and slinked off into the sleeping chamber. Alishah watched her go with a lusty stare that followed her swaying hips.

“My dear wife, whatever could it be…” Alishah chuckled, and followed Talena into the bedroom. Before too long, the sound of bodies rolling over a mattress could be heard, along with sighs of pleasure and the occasional moan of desire.

Talena had never felt happier. She had never felt more whole. She had never felt more loved. She groaned into the air as the first of many rounds of pleasure that night tumbled through her body. So did Alishah. Eventually, so did Perri too.

 

END

Notes:

Well, here we are at last. I feel like I said that last time, but this is the real, full ending! Funnily, I noticed this is EXACTLY two years ago since I posted Chapter One of The Dark Roads of Skyrim, and I think that is a fitting place to end it on. Talena has now found her final, happy place, and I couldn't be happier for her. I wanted to write this tale originally so I could put her in all of these crazy scenarios from my head, but after the days and weeks being with her, I started to like her more. Then, I didn't really want her to be put in those bad situations anymore. So, I decided to make a truly happy end for her, God knows she has deserved it. Here's to you, Talena. You are my first creation, and someone I am now very fond of. Enjoy your life with Alishah and Perri, and have fun ;)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of The Dark Roads of Skyrim