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Now for the prompt: DB, preferably male and not a Beast race, has always felt "not right" as a man or mer. They've always felt phantom wings, claws, etc. and they find out why when they learn of the whole Dragonborn thing.

Basically I'd like to see DB dealing with the dysphoria, and how it effects how they think, while having to deal with Alduin, the Civil War, and life in general.

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Now for the prompt: DB, preferably male and not a Beast race, has always felt "not right" as a man or mer. They've always felt phantom wings, claws, etc. and they find out why when they learn of the whole Dragonborn thing.

Basically I'd like to see DB dealing with the dysphoria, and how it effects how they think, while having to deal with Alduin, the Civil War, and life in general.

Do you know, part of me hoped someone would use Elisif for this.

I absolutely adored it! Kinky femslash, yes please! The sex was delightful, but what really did it for me was the contrast between Elisif's day and night time selves, the day self who's appalled by it all and would like to pretend it never happened, and the night time self who craves the release, for someone else to be in charge for once and for someone to give her the approval she craves. Beautifully done, A!A. Beautiful.

Alduin using his voice to arouse, tease and get off another Dragon. It can be anyone, even a nameless underling. I want to see Alduin boss him around and tease him mercilessly, both with his voice and with some light touching (neck, wings... but not the part the poor horny dragon would like). Orgasm denial as a form of discipline.

Mind that when I say "voice", I don't neccessarily mean the Thu'm. Just Alduin being bossy and talking dirty.

He gave voice to what the nords among them were thinking “you’re the dragonborn”. The look he gave her was inscrutable. “You’re the one the graybeards were summoning”. His manner suggested he found his own words distasteful.

Gilse was not thrilled to be face to face with Ulfric again. She was unwilling to contemplate this dragon born business. With all the recent upheaval in her life she had not yet come to terms with it. Unwilling to discuss it Gilse turned her back and started to walk away. She didn’t see Ulfric signal the guards who moved in unison to cross their swords blocking her path. She turned back to Ulfric a questioning look on her face.

It was only with the greatest difficulty, Ulfric managed to exert self control. He was not used to people turning their back on him. The idea of her just walking off was out of the question. The dragonborn couldn’t be allowed to roam free until she joined the rebellion. The risk of her falling into Imperial hands was just to high. He needed her secure until he and Galmar could deal with the aftermath of the Dragon attack. “Dragonborn I require you to retire into the city until you and I can talk”.

She asked “Do I have a bounty in this hold I don’t know about?”. “You have no right to hold me!”. He decided to try reason. “You are partially correct” he told her. “The fact that you are dragonborn changes things”. “The gift of the dragon blood obligates you to serve Skyrim ”. Gilse stepped close reaching up to pat him on the arm “I’ll pass”. Ulfric stared at her in shock. That she would enter his personal space infuriated him. That she would physically touch him sealed her faith.

Galmar stepped towards her his, hands reaching for his war ax. “You lack manners elf”. Ulfric stopped him “no Galmar I’ll handle it” “she has a lot to learn and it’s to begin the teaching of it”. His arm shot out and shoved her back with just enough force to cause her to lose her balance and fall on her back into the snow. He stood over her threatening, gray eyes stared into lavender ones daring her to move. Minuets passed no movement.

Apparently satisfied he backed off a little. “Dragonborn” the way he said it was insulting implying she was not worthy of the title. “Always maintain a respectful distance when addressing a jarl”. He signaled his guard “escort the dragonborn to the barracks. He looked back down at her “Think very carefully little elf” “don’t fight me on this you won’t win”.

So a while back there was a fill about elves' ears and their potential sexual uses. And while it was hot, I couldn't help but wonder what the feeling would be like for a woman. Wetness? Does it loosen the vaginal muscles to relax her for sex? An alternative to clitoral stimulation while she's on her period?

Go wild!

Squicks are blood/bathroom things and anal.

You know that theory that Alduin was the nordic version of Akatosh? Well there's a tiny grain of truth to it. Akatosh has always been a bit schizophrenic, being the god of and personification of time, plus there have been the Dragon Break incidents.

So Alduin isn't only the Firstborn of Akatosh, he's also the destructive urge incarnate of Akatosh, the part of him that wants to destroy Nirn so he's free.

The rest of Akatosh however, doesn't want the world to end yet, if only to see what's going to happen next. This is why the Prophecy of the Dragonborn came into being, because the prophecy sets the event for the Hero.

Unfortunately for prophecy, and Akatosh, the Dragonborn is still a mortal and ends up dying ignominiously, which was not supposed to happen, so Akatosh cheats and makes whoever's closest to the dying Dragonborn into a Dragonborn. They absorb the dragonborns soul and all his dragon souls, because Akatosh does not want his prophecy to be circumvented and one way or another, he will make sure Alduin is defeated!

Maybe it's just me, but I have not been able to find a heck of a lot of fanfiction with Master Rulindil, the lesser-known Third Emissary of the Thalmor Embassy in Skyrim. He's that guy in charge of interrogations, and it's his notes the DB is out to steal...not a safe combination. :D

I'd like to see him and the FDB paired up. Of course by paired up, I mean she gets caught at some point after sneaking out of Elenwen's party and ends up locked in the dungeon for what starts out as nothing more than simple, albeit extensive, questioning by the interrogator. :D He's got those all-black eyes that lend him a really sinister impression and I'd like for things to get really very intense while he's interrogating/torturing her, trying different approaches to get the information out of her.

I'd like the FDB to be Breton, and be quite young, and be a hell of a lot more stubbornly silent than the interrogator anticipates. Bonus points if FDB is one of those deceptively sweet-faced types with a little crazy in the eyes (cause let's face it, DB is pretty crazy to go to the embassy in the first place). Cute, but scarred/damaged enough to generate some legit curiosity about what led her to try to pull this off. And to add insult to the injury of her killing all those Thalmor to get as far as she did, let's say she got Malborn, Etienne Rarnis and Brelas out of there, so off goes their one lead about Esbern...

Ending should probably be a rescue mounted by friends from any given faction she's with, and they can get in through the trap door...ideally Rulindil will not be killed if there's an encounter. Perhaps, by the end of it, he's not entirely disappointed that the DB got away, either.

Kinks: Thalmor/Altmer superiority complex, aggression, hurt/comfort, Non-con and dub-con, bondage, withholding pleasure
Squicks: gore (blood, cuts, bruises and general damage is fine, but no dismemberment or mutilation), anal, scat/bodily wastes

Very original, I love it! Will get to work filling for you.

I'm too curious, you have my cookies if you continue the story!

OP apologizes about the absence - life has been crazy as of late. But enough of that, I am more interested in what's going on in Olria and Farengar's lives! Great way to start part 6 - a break-in where nothing has been taken, and some tension going on. I'm excited to continue!

YES!

Oh no... It's that bitch. Man, you've done such a great job making me distrust her, A!A. Writing scenes that the reader can see clearly in their minds is one thing, but when the writing affects the reader's emotions...that's true magic right there.

Okay... That was scary. I'm glad Farengar fought it, but for a second there, I thought something bad was going to happen! Oh, wait...there's more to read. There's still a chance something bad might happen.

Must...continue!!

Ah, I love a good mystery! This calls for some detective work. Or...an accidental discovery. OP is nervous and excited and worried!

“Arcadia certainly has developed an effective aphrodisiac,” he said. “Too bad for her desire is not the equivalent of love.”

Ah, that line gave me so many feels. This fill deserves an award!

A!A, you truly are a rare gem. I am constantly amazed at your writing style, and I love how you paint each scene and interaction with no nonsense bulky words - your style is smooth and simple, but very elegant, and suggests you are no stranger to writing. I'm guessing you've been doing this for quite a while!

It reminds me of something Stephen King wrote in his book On Writing. I have a terrible memory, so don't quote me on this, but he said something along the lines of keeping a story simple, so that it flows, and to express what the characters are doing by actions instead of just telling the reader, this happened, that happened, etc. You're doing all those things and more!

Dear majestic A!A; no rush. Real life comes first, especially with college and whatnot. That's your ticket to a decent future career, so study hard, stay focused, and come back to this fill whenever you have the time.

All in all, part 6 was a very good read! Actually, when you step back and look at the entire story, it's got nearly everything - action, mystery, suspense, and plenty of delicious romance. It's...just...perfect.

Galmar walked slowly up the stairs, in two minds about how he would break the news to his pregnant wife that she now had to mother an eight-year-old girl-child as well. He hoped Rozenn would be in a good mood tonight.

Rozenn was sound asleep, as it happened, lying in an awkward sideways position that he assumed had been intended as an alluring, come-hither pose. Galmar snorted lightly in amusement, and lifted his wife and placed her under the covers. Her eyes opened while he undressed, and when he turned back to the bed, he saw her smile warmly, and lick her lips invitingly.

"Missed you, husband," she purred like the Khajiit that got the cream, looking up and down his naked body.

Galmar grinned at her, and joined her in bed, giving her a lusty, if sloppy, kiss. "And I missed you, Breton."

"Let me show you how much I missed you," Rozenn murmured, peppering his face and chest with light kisses and nips.

Galmar groaned in response, then groaned in irritation. "No, wife, stop. I - we need to talk, first."

"Talk?" Rozenn whimpered, looking at him as though he'd suggested celibacy for life.

"Just for a bit, then I swear we'll fuck until neither of us can walk straight," he swore vehemently.

"But... Talk?"

"It's important. More than that, it's urgent. I don't want you to get any nasty surprises, come morning," Galmar muttered.

"Why? Did you make any other children cry while I was away?" Rozenn asked flippantly.

"You heard about that?" Galmar moaned, hiding his eyes behind his palm.

"All of Windhelm has heard of it, love. I trust you had good reason?" Rozenn asked quietly.

Galmar fell a bit more in love with her, at that. "Not really, as it turns out, but... I had been mislead about her ... situation by her father, and I chose not to ask any more closely than I had at the time... I believed her to be a liar..." Galmar trailed off. He sighed, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. "I should begin at the beginning."

"Usually a good starting point, yes," Rozenn murmured, wrapping both arms around his brawny one, and leaning her forehead against his bicep.

And so Galmar kept his eyes on the fur throw and told the whole tale, from Wulfgar's lies upon enlisting, to the fate of Sofie's mother, including the battle that took so many lives, and the events of the day. He didn't spare any detail, even though he might have made his own actions look better than they had been. Rozenn would see through that, though, so he kept to the truth.

"And so I told her to come here. I promised her a warm bed, food in her belly, and..." Galmar trailed off again, unsure how to put to words what he could barely comprehend himself.

"And?" Rozenn prompted gently.

"And... Well... She needs someone to look after her, feed her, clothe her, tuck her in at night..." Galmar finished awkwardly.

"You adopted Sofie?" Rozenn asked softly.

Galmar nodded, avoiding looking at her face, he was afraid she wouldn't see what he saw in the brave little girl, or she wouldn't want the extra responsibilities he had just added to her life without consulting with her first.

"Do you think - Would she like me as her Mama?" Rozenn asked anxiously, digging her nails into his arm, in unthinking panic.

"Would you like that?" Galmar asked slowly.

He felt her nod against his arm. "I very much would."

Galmar smiled slowly, broadly. "Then I think she will, too."

Noooooooo! How can you stop there?!

Lately I feel as though every het story I've read has been written from a checklist. Kissing --> petting --> man on woman oral sex and/or fingering --> woman's first orgasm --> woman on man oral sex --> penis-in-vagina --> woman's second orgasm --> man's orgasm.

It's boring. And it doesn't seem very realistic to me. Some women have multiple orgasms some of the time. Not every woman, every time.

I'd like someone to spice it up. Take some of the usual fingering, oral, or p-i-v sex and add a finger in the bum - his, hers, or both. Or a dildo or buttplug in one hole and a penis in the other. Or a cock ring or leather strap to keep the man hard for longer. Anal beads. Frottage. A woman strapping on a cock to fuck her man. Not all of those in one story, obviously (unless it's very long and features many sessions of sex).

If you're unsure how to fit sex toys into the universe, remember that Skyrim has abundant horkers and mammoths for ivory, as well as glass, metal, and pottery. It has the Temple of Dibella in Markarth, who surely sell fun items, and probably produce pamphlets explaining how they're used. I wouldn't put it past the Khajiit traders to take sex toys, lube, and aphrodisiacs to other cities in their caravans.

In terms of a couple, I don't give a damn. Any long-haired, bearded man or mer except Ralof (he's reserved for Hadvar in my head canon). Any female of any race who is married or partnered to him (no cheating, please). I must confess to rather liking Jarl Balgruuf, Anoriath, Jon and Idolaf Battle-Born, all of the Grey-Manes, Erandur... the list goes on.

My only squicks are scat, death, and insufficient lube.

It was a subdued group that headed back to Windhelm. Gilse was aware of the sympathetic looks her escorts were sending her. Since they were both female, they were inclined to identify with her plight. They made their way into the Palace of the Kings and down to the barracks. The younger of her guards pointed out the bed near the door and suggested she get some rest. Gilse realized how tired she was and agreed a nap was in order. It was dusk when she awoke.

The shadows around the barracks had lengthened and the room was chilly. She wanted to stay under the warm hides, but figured she didn’t want to miss the evening meal. It was not often she got free food. Since the Jarl insisted she stay the least he could do was feed her. Slipping out of bed she dressed quickly in her blue mage robes and leather boots. She would have to find soul gems soon in order to enchant the robe. She dug in her pack to find a wooden comb and took the time to work the tangles out of her hair leaving it free on her shoulders. Waist length hair was rare in skyrim but Gilse was vain about her hair. Gilse visibly squared her shoulders and went to join the meal.

The throne room was packed. Apparently the word had gotten out, that following the dragon attack, the dragonborn herself was located. Ulfric was quiet, his eyes on the dunmar once she entered his hall. He watched speculatively as Galmar went over to greet her and began introducing her to the other nords in the room. It amused him to watch their reactions to her race. And who could blame them? That the dragonborn turned out to be dunmar, was illogical to him also. The divines had a sense of humor. Galmar kept chatting lively to the dragonborn almost flirting. Ulfric couldn’t figure out what the old bear was up to. He couldn’t be smitten could he? Galmar had never shown any interest in her kind.

Obviously I am a prisoner, Gilse thought sadly as Galmar led her to the table conspicuously avoiding the space near the doors. She picked at her food, preoccupied with her thoughts and fears. As the meal came to a close Ulfric accompanied by Galmar returned to his throne. The crowd seemed to be departing. Galis focused on saying goodbye to the various nords she had met. Finally, there were only a few nords remaining. Jorleif approached her to say Jarl Ulfric was ready for their interview.

Ulfric had deliberately waited until the hall was clear before sending for the dunmer. However, his patience could only extend so far. It was time to make things clear to the elf. He made the magnanimous gesture of standing near the throne to await her. It was the final courtesy he would extend her.

Gilse allowed herself to accompany Jorleif and stood a respectful distance from Ulfric. She nodded her head politely “Jarl Unfric.” He smiled at her “Allow me to welcome you to Windhelm dragonborn”. “You seem familiar did I know you prior to your coming here?” “I was at Helgen”. she answered. Something seemed to click for him “ahh Helgen, destined for the chopping block if I remember”. “What brings you to my city dragonborn?”.
Gilse was tired of the small talk. Maybe if she could make him angry enough he would throw her out. “Jarl Ulfric I am sorely disappointed by the treatment of the proud dunmer in your city.” “It’s disgraceful I won’t be staying”.

It was fascinating how fast he changed from the indolent jarl to a wrathful one. “Dragonborn” again his manner implied the title was an insult.
“Warriors such as ourselves don’t have the leisure to indulge such petty complaints.” “we are fighting for bigger things all of skyrim is depending on you”. She forced a bored look onto her face “All of that is self-serving Jarl Ulfric”. “If you had been a little less arrogant, I would have considered your offer.” “Now its to late”.

His expression didn’t change he was finished arguing with her. Why he had attempted to reason with a lowborn elf at all way beyond him. “In spite of your criminal past, you’re a law abiding citizen yes?’. She hesitated “yes”. He said “normally I wouldn’t care what you do; but being dragonborn is a true gift to Skyrim and I require your service.” “By law I am entitled to service from everyone in the territory”. “In order to enforce that law I am issuing a decree that you remain in Windhelm until you obey the law and take the oath”. He looked down at her as if to say “your move”. “I am not a citizen of Eastmarch” she informed him.

The laws of Eastmarch apply to you once you enter the territory” he told her. “By my right as Jarl I hereby conscript your services into our ranks”. “Now soilder you may serve honorably as dragonborn”. He deliberately ran his eyes over her body lingering on the chest area. “Or since I don’t have much need for camp followers, I can arrange a more personal service”. “Either way you will serve, what say you?”. He leaned against the throne and stared smugly at her, confident as always he had the advantage. Galmar let out a guffaw, he walked away shoulders shaking as he tried to gain control of himself.

Gilse felt they were mocking her. She also felt confident Ulfric would never want to touch a dark elf. His manners and actions towards her suggested he felt her far beneath him. She would call his bluff . For good measure she sashayed right into his personal space. Let him sweat for awhile. He needed her far more than she needed him and she felt it gave her the upper hand. She stared at him defiantly “You wouldn’t dare, you don’t have the guts”. The stunned silence that fell was only broken by the crackling of the fires in the braziers”. Even Ulfric seemed shocked.

Finally he said, “elf you have infringed far to much ”. His hand clamped down on hers catching both wrist in one hand as he headed towards the door. Galmar looked like he would intervene, but Ulfric silenced him with a look. Gilse attempted to dig her heels into the carpet but was dragged right into the war room. “Let go” she panted attempting to kick at him. Ulfric used his spare arm to clear the table of red and blue flags. “Your wants are no longer relevant” he told her forcing her flat on her belly over the table. He used his weight to hold her in place while he jerked her robe up out of his way. She felt the hair on his legs brush the backs of her thighs. She heard the anger in his voice as he whispered silky “now we will ascertain just how much I dare”.

Galmar crossed his arms looking uncomfortable. The cries and occasional grunts coming from the war room went on and on, leavening little doubt as to what was taking place inside. He had rarely seen Ulfric so angry and was worried for the safety of the wee elf. He was sorely tempted to put an end to it, but the Jarl would loose face. He asked Jorleif to prepare the guest room, and provide hot water and cloths for bathing. He felt his laughter had provoked Gilse into challenging the Jarl, he owed her a little succor.

Perhaps some good would come of it. Maybe the lesson would be sharp enough to quell her insolence. Jarl Ulfric had little tolerance for insubordination and sass. As the father of daughters, Galmar was a little more forgiving of the female idiosyncrasies. He wanted Gilse to cease her open defiance of Ulfric. She didn’t understand Ulfrics true nature.

Gilse flinched as Ulfric withdrew from her. She felt a sticky liquid running down her legs. Utterly cowed she remained still as he allowed much of his weight to rest on her. “Are you in pain elf?”. “I expect you are” he mused almost to himself “You weren’t at all prepared”. He relieved her of his weight and she felt him smack her behind very lightly. “No matter, I hope you take this to heart dragonborn” he admonished her “remember to mind your manners and stay in your place”. She heard the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his clothing. His hands smoothed her robe down covering her. She didn’t move until she heard his footsteps recede into the other room.

She slid off the table gasping at the pain. She leaned against the wall unable to face the group waiting for her in the throne room. She desperately needed privacy and a place to lick her wounds. But even that was to be denied her. Galmar entered the war room accompanied by an elder dressed in mage robes. He offered her his arm “come lass lets get you settled”. She turned towards the wall refusing to acknowledge him. She gave a yelp as he simply scooped her up and headed towards the stairs she hadn’t even noticed.

He entered the first room on the right and gently laid her on the bed before crossing the room to grab a cloth. “Dragonborn you must let me clean you so the healer can examine you”. Her response was to tense up. “Lass, Gilse it has to be done”. “Wuunferth here can give you something to make you sleep if that would be easier”. He watched her with concern in his eyes. When she didn’t respond he slowly and carefully raised her robe and bunched it around her waist. He pressed her knees firmly apart. Conscious of her weeping he quickly washed her in a no nonsense manner. She was very tender and could not help wincing every time he hit a sore spot. Then he did something totally unexpected. He sat next to her and leaned over sideways effectively shielding her face from the elder. He gently placed one hand on each knee to hold her in place and gave Wuunferth a nod. The elder was slow but thorough in his exam “quite normal for this type of injuries” he finally pronounced. He stood up wiping his hands on a cloth “keep yourself clean and apply this salve”, he told her placing a small jar on the table. He took his leave.

Galmar helped her to roughly a sitting position. He sat there in silence watching her weep, “Dragonborn we had an agreement that you would work on your manners” he lectured her sternly. “Jarl Ulfric has denied you any restoration magic”. “The lesson given you needs to stick”. He sighed tiredly “you will have the use of this room during your stay here”.

Gilse lay awake long after he left her. Uncomfortable and feeling stripped of dignity and self-respect, dawn was starting break before she fell into a fitful sleep. Up another staircase and down the hall Ulfric was also having trouble sleeping. Alone with his private thoughts, he admitted to himself, It had been excruciatingly satisfying to bury himself in that dunmar bitch. She had been so hot and tight a perfect fit. It was something he had been fantasizing about, since he had first seen that exquisite body stripped on its knees before him. He was by nature a dominant man. Having complete control of her had been a further turn on. He was happy with the service he had assigned to her. He planned to use her at will until he got her out of his system.

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