Someone wrote in [personal profile] skyrimkinkmeme 2013-04-06 02:41 am (UTC)

A Difficult Choice 1/?

I hope multi-fills are okay because I need to fill this like burning. Since it's a continuation of an earlier fill I guess it's part of a series?

Series: Legacy
Kink: pregnancy, angst
Relationship: femmeslash
Characters: F!DB, Dinya Balu

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Elayne was tired and afraid as she entered Riften for possibly the last time. Lydia lay dead in the Blackreach and the Elder Scroll was heavy on her back, but those were not the greatest of her worries or her sorrows. Two and a half months ago, Elayne had been brutally raped by seven men and for two and a half months, Elayne's period had not come. She remembered their comments about breeding her and she shivered involuntarily. She could not be pregnant, she showed no signs of the morning sickness that plagued women with child, their were no changes to her body or her mood and yet the fear of the possibility lingered.

Her footsteps took her to the Temple of Mara, and the priestess that waited within. Dinya Balu smiled when she saw Elayne and welcomed her with a hug.

"Her Benevolence bids you welcome Elayne. What can I do for you today?" Elayne found the dunmers warm voice reassuring, so much so that she was able to speak with a barely trembling voice.

"The Temple offers healing services to those in need, correct?"

Dinya Balu raised an eyebrow. "Yes we do, but I don't see anything wrong with you."

"I think I may be pregnant." This came out as a whisper.

"I see. Let's retreat to the back of the temple." Elayne couldn't tell if Dinya's voice was any different than it was before but she feared she sensed an undercurrent of displeasure in her tone. They retreated to an alcove and Elayne soon felt the priestesses healing magic flowing through her body. It took less time than she expected for the priestess soon removed her hands and said. "You are, and with twins. Truly this is a blessed occasion--"

"I was not." Her throat tightened up and she could not look Dinya in the eye. "I was not willing. I have to go." She practically fled the temple, her heart hammering in her chest.

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