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The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (1h/??)
Date: 2014-04-22 07:03 pm (UTC)When the great fireball of the sun hovers above the Sea of Ghosts, the Dunmer leads Marelle to a small cabin, abandoned by the looks of it. Her captor leads her towards the porch of the cabin, brushing away an inch of snow for them to sit down. What this actually meant by them sitting down was her being tugged forwards by the leash from the Dunmer's grasp to her tightly bounded hands.
Marelle sat on the wooden porch obediently, not wishing to evoke his wrath. The Breton was freshly scarred by what happened less than twelve hours ago. She is terrified of her captor. She has experienced firsthand on what he is capable of. She has never felt that sort of agony in all of her life. Oh Stendarr's Mercy, the pain was almost indescribable. The red-hot agony scorched her insides, how the cruel flames burned her abdomen then greedily spread across her struggling person consuming her in a hell of physical and emotional pain. Marelle begged to the Nine on why this happened to her.
Did she deserved it? If so, what had she done wrong to be rewarded with such brutality?
Was it apart of some plan by fate for her endure such a horrific ordeal?
Whatever the reason, Marelle certainly did not want an encore.
The poor woman was further thrown off balance by the moral complexity shown by her assaulter. After having his violent way with her, he healed her wounds then cleaned up the appalling mess between her thighs, consisting of her maiden blood and his vile semen, before he helped her traumatised self into her bedroll.
He is fearfully unpredictable as the Daedric Prince of Madness.
Her captor reaches up to remove his chitin helm, brushing off the worst of the snow then taking out a piece of tattered cloth to polish the monocles set within the large insect hallowed shell. Despite her newfound fear of him, the Breton could not help herself but become intrigued by his outlandish appearance.
His Mohawk has drooped to the side, the result from being suppressed by the helm. Both sides of his head were shaved, whereas the tall strip of his orange-red mane allowed a waterfall of hair flow over the nape of his neck, shining strands of it escaped from his armour to drape over his shoulders. The pointed ear facing her has a slight tear at the taper of the blue-purple shell; the earlobe was impaled by a small tusk of sorts, creamy at the fine tip darkening downwards to the thick, dark brown base of the bone jewellery. There were aged light pink scars trailing from under his crooked nose to the sharp chin, possibly made by some small but viscous animal's claws. There was also a singular, thin braid hanging from his mohawk over the shaved side of his head, a small white feather tied at the strip of hide securing the braided threads of copper. His blue-purple skin reminded Marelle of the blooming flowers of lavender. His slanted eyes definitely resemble the crimson gemstones of garnets. The vivid, flawless colour reflected the lights of his emotions; the impact of it was hard-hitting to say the least. His war paint consisted of crimson square patterned back of a snake, creating a semi-curl around the ride side of his jawline, repeating the design that dominates the top of his left, shaved scalp. For a Dunmer, she could not deny his rugged good looks.
Marelle did her best in not facing him directly, allowing herself to steal glances at her mysterious captor. Other than stating his want of her in broken Common and shouting at her in the unknown tongue of Dunmeri, he has not uttered a word to her since. The silence was both comforting but also quite unsettling.
The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (1i/??)
Date: 2014-04-22 09:36 pm (UTC)Even if he does care about her well-being, it was made crystal clear to the scholar that he was not planning on letting her go.
The Dunmer still kept her wrists bound by some sort of unfamiliar leather that shocks her every time when attempting to summon her magick. Even on their brisk, 2 mile trek from Vahlok's Tomb to this forgotten cabin he looped a thin but sturdy piece over her restraints; gods, she felt like a pet being leashed by her new "owner".
A deep grunt draws her attention to the Mer sitting next to her. His burning eyes peered under the slope of his broad brow, his thin lips pressed in a tight line of uncertainty than anger. He straightens up his sloughing posture, coughing a little for measure in preparing what he was going to say to her.
Marelle sat alert. Waiting anxiously for him to speak.
He curls a chitin-leather hand into a fist, drawing it to his left breast plate then rapped against his chest as he inhales breath for what he has to say.
"Zairan..." The Dunmer states to the anticipating Breton. She was taken back by surprise. He told her his name. After a few moments has past, he uncurls his fist gesturing to her to speak.
Oh. He wants her name.
"... Marelle..." The scholar said after great hesitation, reluctant in giving the Dunmer her name but knowing the foreseeable results if she did not do so.
"Marelle..." The Dunmer named Zairan repeated her name, tested the sound and feel of it on his tongue. The husky quality of his deep voice, choked by ash, resonated in the Breton's ears. It was as if his voice was imprinting itself to her library of memories, to lie in wait for any chance given to dominate her thoughts and dreams. The Breton suppresses the unusual shiver caused by the Mer's exotic, smoky baritone.
He looks away in thought, planning on what to say to her next. She already sussed out that he knew little of the Common language.
Where in Oblivion is he from? Clearly from some small community of Dunmer who strictly spoke in their own tongue. He must not be a Reaver; he would've raped her then cut her throat before he stole her belongings. The only Dunmer populace Marelle is aware of on this Isle is Raven Rock. The design of his chitin armour was different from the standard type; it has the Dunmeri swirls and spools painted blood red on the beige and ochre plates of the armour.
"You listen good." He states to her, breaking the Breton away from her collection of thoughts. "I take you home... My home... You are n'wah," He places a firm hold of his daunting on her shoulder, strengthening the impact of his explanation of her dire situation; his hand seared a brand into her flesh, her layer of furs and robes useless as comprehension sinks it's teeth in. "My slave..."
It hit the Breton like an ice spear, piercing her back as the ice seeps into her flesh. Her body frozen in place as she is made vulnerable to the predator claws of fear clamping down, dragging her away into a prison filled with taunting nightmares and poisonous, backstabbing emotions with a vile intent on wearing down her strong will into nothing.
No...
She stared at the Dunmer. Her master. Terror drains the colour from her face. Zairan, this Dunmer who stalked, raped and captured her, is an Ashlander.
The Dunmer heaves a sigh at her dismayed expression before continuing.
"You follow and serve only me. You do as told by me. You behave well, life easy for you. If bad, punishment. Worse punishment if you run away." He finishes, grasping both of her shoulders. His fierce gaze bores deep in her eyes, waiting for her to confirm her understanding.
With a single nod of her head, she whispers a silent and defeated "yes".
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Almost finished!
The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (1j/??)
Date: 2014-04-22 10:21 pm (UTC)With a grip on the porch's wooden handrail he rises to stand, turning he heaves the Breton up on her leather-booted, cold feet. Wrapping the rope around his hand the Dunmer leads them away from the cabin, treading towards the towering wall of solid stone.
It was not until they approached that Marelle spots the flutter of a tall flap, the faded grey of the cloth almost blends in with the stone. The Dunmer grabs the side of it before ushering the enslaved scholar into the cave, lit decently with the flames of the torches lining the drizzling walls.
With one last look to the frozen landscape, she commits the amazing blue skies to memory, as she inhales the crisp air of freedom. The sweet freedom that has been taken away from her. She allows a single tear to trail down her cheek to show her consuming grief.
Marelle steps into the passageway, leading her to her new life as a slave; serving under the ruthless iron fist of an Ashlander.
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That's the end of Chapter One, folks!!! :D
I really needed to finish this to put myself at ease. Now I have time to plan out and write the next parts to Chapter Two of this story.
I will be busy this week and the next (start of exams you see), so updated will resume, roughly, in the second week of May.
Thank you all for your wonderful support!
I shall return with Marelle meeting Zairan's fellow Ashlanders.
Speak to you all soon~
The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar - Summary + Tags
Date: 2014-04-22 10:53 pm (UTC)Summary - Ashlander sees Scholar. Ashlander tracks Scholar. Ashlander captures Scholar. Ashlander enslaves Scholar.
The unorthodox step was Ashlander inevitably falling in love for his slave.
es: Skyrim; DLC: Dragonborn; race: Dunmer; race: Breton; M!NPC; F!NPC; kink: non-con; kink: dub-con; kink: abuse; kink: oral; kink: spanking; kink: punishment; kink: breast play; kink: fingering; kink: humiliation; kink: master/slave; kink: teasing; kink: biting; kink: begging; kink: forced orgasms; kink: magic; kink: hurt/comfort; kink: dirty talk; kink: hair-pulling; kink: steamy kissing; kink: bondage; kink: unrequited affection; kink: forbidden romance.
OP!! Let's be BFF's Kay? XD
Date: 2014-04-22 10:55 pm (UTC)His description is a little familiar.. Hmmmmm.... where oh where have I seen him before I wonder? ;) And the way he's all unsure and sympathetic towards her now... *squeal* You've got it DOWN. And the way he can't speak Common fluently; SO ADORABLE. Can't wait to see how he reacts if anyone else tries to hurt his new toy! Eeeee!
Take your time and good luck on your exams! I eagerly await the next installment and I will be busily working away at ol' Nellie's fill.
<3 OP/Mia!Anon
A!A - Sure, let's be BFFs!!! :D
Date: 2014-04-23 03:33 pm (UTC)I sorta felt awkward about the last parts as I've rushed them... Now I'm regretting now throughly proof-reading them! *falls in knees crying out "WHY?!"*
Oh yes, he was acquainted with me after a very helpful Anon gave me a link to see the my muse for Zairan; I think you know the Anon very well~ ;D
I'm so relived and elated that I nailed his sympathy to Marelle; especially with how you appreciated my efforts on there, along with his struggle in speaking Common! *runs around room shouting "Yay!"*
Oh you will adore it OP as much as I will have fun writing it! ;)
Thank you so much for your best wishes on my exams and working on your fabulous fill of Nellie/Mia!!! <3
I'll speak to you later, OP~
A!A xx
Re: The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (1j/??)
Date: 2014-04-23 02:37 am (UTC)A!A
Date: 2014-04-23 03:39 pm (UTC)Re: The Ashlander and his Enslaved Scholar (1j/??)
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Date: 2014-04-23 03:38 pm (UTC)Trust me, it will be so sinfully delicious it will turn the Tribunals' heads! XD
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