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章 424: The Timely Lie

A/n: a 4K words chapter which is a double Chapter. Daily + 8k Votes extra

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As the threats were over around Mournhold, the city could take a breather for the coming few months. The opposition between the Government, the Temple and the People was turned down a tad by the uncovering of some plots regarding what House Dres tried to do in Narsis and how House Indoril was about to hinder the missions if the Labourers of Azura, Boethiah and Mephala. Of course, the Government and the Temple could put merely some pressure on the Great Houses and let bygones be bygones after some donations and contributions.

Politics was always like that at the end of the day. Religions create lines, Coins solve problems and Politicians keep a wide smile and hide agendas within agendas.

Regarding the Labourers, Mirren and Miranda, as well as Isha, seemed to have finished their seven Labours and paid the Daedra back. Jon, however, was sitting alone thinking while looking at Isha from afar.

He just received his Seventh Labour from Aranea.

"Follow the Spearmaiden and your Labour will be revealed." She said.

He could pretty much anticipate that. He was told once that Isha is a big player in his Final Labour but...

"You bastards, the girl has gone through Oblivion to finish her Labours and go home. What more do you want from her?" Jon roared at Aranea back then.

Not that he could expect an answer but all he was told was that she will need him whether he liked it or not. Somehow, he had to figure out an excuse to say that he will stick around with her or anything.

"... Goddammit..." Jon could only bury his face between his arms and hope this gets better somehow.

"So... the Martial Arts schools in Hammerfell should be more promising than Black March, right? We wanted to try the Dunmeri Martial Arts but sadly they are declining." Mirren spoke to Lanmas as the two were having a conversation at the bar area.

"I can help with that. I am from a renowned Martial Arts school myself and I have friends in various schools... but do you think it is a good idea being an Altmer and roaming around Hammerfell?" Isha joined the conversation.

"As long as there is a mutual base understanding to martial arts between those schools and mine, I don't mind going to Oblivion if it takes that." Mirren replied.

"Our Master wanted us to compete with other martial artists if possible." Even the quiet Miranda decided to join.

"What school are you from?" (Isha)

"Desert Wind." (Mirren)

"From Elsweyr? That's famous." (Isha)

"What about you?" (Miranda)

"Ebonarm Citadel, the Western Mosque." (Isha)

"The School of the Spear Battlelord?" (Miranda)

"That's a surprise." (Mirren)

"I am an instructor at my school. You can follow me back home if you wish, I'll show you around and introduce you to my brother." (Isha)

Jon's ear suddenly reacted like a cat's ear to that last thing.

"Can I tag along as well?" He said right away.

The rest looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"You are interested in Martial Arts?" Mirren asked.

"Do Nords have any Martial Traditions other than training their Battle-Spirits and swinging around their axes?" Even Isha wondered.

Jon felt a bit awkward. It was a common knowledge that Nords, Breton and Altmer don't practice Martial Arts the same way the other races do. Redguard, Khajiit, Argonians, Dunmer and sometimes Imperials are very enthusiastic about Martial Arts but it is a common misconception that other races don't do as well.

All races practiced martial arts someway or another else there would be no people known as warriors. Traditional Martial Arts weren't necessarily what everyone needed as common weapon technique and warfare teachings were already widespread. Most would associate the Technique to the Weapon rather than to a Style School. Nords had Axemen Berserkers who fight different than a Breton Axe Warband, some styles are suitable for groups while others are suitable for individuals but it was all about the weapon in the end.

Still, it was awkward not to name a single martial art in front of them.

"..  We have Glima." Jon said. [A/n: Nordic Folk Wrestling]

"That's just wrestling. Everyone wrestle." Mirren retorted.

"Then I'll go with you. Maybe I'll gain some interest in something while I am at it." Jon slipped his agenda perfectly.

"Good, the more the merrier." Isha said.

"What about your last Labour? Won't you go slay one of those Dragons you don't shut up about?" Mirren aimed where it hurts.

"Ah... Well, Aranea met me this morning and had something interesting about my Labour..."

"Oh! What is it?" The three were interested right away.

"Well... it seems that... I have to roam the world and find out. Hahaha! Going with you is not that bad for a starter, isn't it?" Jon laughed it off.

"Hm... vague!" Miranda narrowed her eyes and didn't say anything further.

The talk about Martial Arts kept going on and on. As far as Jon is concerned, he knows a fairly good amount of sword techniques and the basics were hammered into him by Hilda. If it is about Unarmed fighting then he knows Boxing, Kickboxing, Wrestling and some MMA he picked from his memories.

Boarding his knowledge about Martial Arts... this became a good excuse to follow along indeed but he has to participate in every conversation with these three Martial Arts fanatics from now on.

What was making him busy right now was his book that got finished but kept him busy copying it by magic. He was struggling a bit with some finishes but it all came together at the end of the day.

By the second morning, Jon was wearing his crimson College Robe that had his badge as a teacher in Winterhold and took a few of his book's copies with him.

"I hope you are ready." The Old Woman waited for him in her carriage.

Jon sighed and nodded.

"I hoped my master could be here today but I hope you help me sent those copies back home to Winterhold."

"Without fail, my friend. I must say I have quite the number of questions but I'll leave them to the debate. Off we go, driver."

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Shad Astula Academy was right to the North of Mournhold and the carriage ride took only a couple of hours to get there. Next thing Jon knew was being welcomed by the staff members of Shad Astula.

The Old Woman was a major donator to the Academy and she pulled a few strings for Jon to have a meeting in the main hall of the Academy with the Masters and the Arch Mage. Sadly, because of him being a Nord, some had an indifferent atmosphere towards what a Nord mage would come up with in a book so they just were here for the sake of formalities.

Prior to this day, Jon had to deliver a copy of his book to the Academy to at least have his examiners ready to roast him a little but somehow his examiners didn't show up until he was in the hall. Defying his expectations, there was a number of students from various races in the hall and the high member of the Academy took the first seats.

Jon stood on the stage behind a lectern and three old mages showed up and stood in front of him.

"Examinee Jon Dare, Expert Mystic from our friend and rival the College of Winterhold. That was quite a book you wrote." One of the examiners said.

"Thanks, sir."

"Don't thank me just yet. We are obliged to examine you about what you wrote and ask some questions. Let's start from the beginning... the Title... You called your book [The Timely Lie]."

"Indeed."

"Explain the title."

"The book contains some of my studies on the Teachings of the Prophet Veloth which caused the Chimer people to follow the Daedric Princes Mephala and Boethiah and denounce the faith of the Aldmer as well as the relationship between those Teachings and the God of Time. I also added some of my thoughts on the God of Time in all his forms and finally how to employ the Teachings of Prophet Veloth which are known as [The Psijic Endeavor]." Jon explained briefly.

The whole hall tensed in one go. This subject is 100% Dark Elf related. The Chimer are the ancestors of the Dunmer and this book goes around their very origin. For an outsider to come with such a book and demand it to be published in Morrowind... he is either a fool who wants to show off and embarrass himself or someone with a big theory in mind that will go headbutting many ideas and researches.

"Truth be told, the book is quite a dangerous subject. Jon Dare, as a researcher you should know that, right?"

"Absolutely."

"Then let's start..."

And the debate began. Three Master's from Shad Astula against Jon Dare questioning every little detail in his book, that includes the writing style and the language mistakes too.

"First off, I wrote an introduction about the Psijic Endeavor as one of the known six Walk Ways and a method of attaining divinity (achieving the Tower), becoming a Royalty (CHIM) and what to do after. It is known as a process of glorious apotheosis, where Time itself is bent inward and outward into 'a Shape that is always New'. The Shape that is always New is a metaphor for growth in my personal opinion.

The term 'Psijic' itself comes from PSJJJJ which is not a word to be read but rather a sigil from the Ehlnofex (Language of the Fallen Spirits) and it describes the Chaotic Motions of Sithis, the very Spirit of Padomay, the one Primal Chaos.

My research relies on the Monomyth of Creation regarding how by the Presence of the God of Time could the Chaos be resolved into Order and the Spirits came to be. The Psijic Endeavor, in my opinion, is the process where time is seen as a hindrance and the very reason behind Mortality, unlike the common belief for it as the fault of Lorkhan.

What I am trying to say is... Why did the Elven Ancestor Trinimac try to stop Prophet Veloth from spreading his teachings among the Aldmer and also trying to stop the Chimer migration to Morrowind only to get himself devoured by Boethiah and later exerted as the Daedric Prince Malacath? Boethiah claimed that many lies and rumors about Lorkhan were the fabrications of Trinimac as she spoke in his voice to reveal them.

This accident happened in the Merethic Era when creations were still struggling with Mortality. Due to the creation of the Mortal World, many Spirits lost their Immortality and became our ancestors. They tried hard to go back to Aetherius again and attain Immortality especially the Aldmer, ancestors of all Elves, but when Prophet Veloth came up with a method, he faced opposition.

Wasn't regaining immortality the big deal at that time and Trinimac actions are seriously unexplained regarding his unending Animosity to Lorkhan and the Humans? I am not sure about the schools of thoughts back then but I assume that some considered getting aid from the forces of Oblivion to be heresy. I took a few notes in that subject but that is not what the research is about.

The important thing comes when I mention the effects of the Mind on Reality. What we believe in becomes possible and take Sheogorath for example. In most parts of the world, he is the well dressed gentleman with a cane who has an ever so changing mood with the homicidal tendencies of making juice out of babies and creating musical instruments out of old ladies. In Elsweyr however, he is the Skooma Cat who appears as an Alfiq with the tendency to lick people into madness and use them as playthings. At the end of the day, it is the same Old Sheogorath either way but what is different is the way people perceive in him. He won't appear to Dunmer as a cat... only to a Khajiit and in Elsweyr.

As I mentioned, belief is a big part of the answer and that is not just limited to Sheogorath and the other Daedric Bunch but same goes for Aedra. We have Lorkhan who is Shezarr who is Sheor who is Shor who is Sep who is the Totem Fox. Shor appeared to Ysgramor as a fox back in the days of the Ancient Nordic Pantheon on Atmora but his avatars came afterwards as Men like Ysmir Wulfharth for example.

One of the interesting examples of change is with the God of Time himself as his aspects vary from one another as sperate entities all together and that's due to Belief. It changed a whole lot about the God of Time.

At first, he was Auri-El, the Patron of Aldmer, Altmer and Falmer as far as we know. Then Saint Alessia came and established a covenant with a form of the God of Time known as the Dragon Akatosh.

How did this Akatosh come to be?

In the early days of the First Empire, the Alessian Sect watered all the Gods of Elves and Men into new versions that suit its purposes and the most important mix was between Shezarr, a version of Lorkhan symbolized by the Snake, and Auriel of the Elves, symbolized by the Eagle. The Eagle and the Snake gave us Akatosh, the Dragon.

Now I know there are other researches to read about that point but what I want to highlight is the ability to change in the nature of the Original Spirits. Sheogorath himself once said "Everything changes even Daedric Princes... especially Daedric Princes."

This change is mostly based on belief but how can almighty beings as the Aedra and the Daedra be so easy to change?

The answer is always Beliefs and Thoughts but... is that it?

No one is interested in changing the Daedra or the Aedra. The Orcs and the Dunmer should know very well how these things turn into disasters in the end.

But what else is there that can change by belief or rather "Mass Belief"?

There is a term in Psychology known as the Placebo Effect. You are having mild dizziness then I give you a medicine which is not actually a medicine then you somehow become better. Its opposite is the Nocebo Effect where I give you a drug and say this will make you vomit while it actually doesn't but you vomit anyway.

Now keep that in mind.

The World works the same way. Our Beliefs has an effect on the Gods that may change something about them or even create an entirely new aspect. Our Minds create Reality.

We keep that in mind too and go back to the Prophet Veloth teachings about the Psijic Endeavor. In the Dunmer Pantheon which is based on these teachings, there is no existence for the God of Time whatsoever.

The Psijic Endeavor relies on twisting the Time to achieve immortality by denying Time itself.

Now we know that Reality relies on Belief and Beliefs can change almost anything. Then isn't the concept of Time is also just a belief that can be denied.

The Mind can create its own Reality and World Changing ideas need to be Viral. From the Dawn Era when Time was not stable or linear until it settled down in the days of the Merethic Era... how long did it take to make an agreeable concept of Time by the collective thoughts of people?

Is it possible... that we just live in a Timely Lie?

That Time itself is just one of the other Illusions that the Mundus forced on us?

If that's the case... what else is an illusion?

Age?

Getting Old?

Dying?

Reality has more riddles that complicate our lives more than Time and 'Belief can Change the World' is nothing but a worthy shot in my opinion.

The multiracial problem ever since Creation was to return from this Mortal World back to the Immortal World where our ancestors came from.

Wouldn't this mean that Robbing Time from the Dragon is a good way to do so?"

Jon finished the presentation and took a breath.

"If you are interested then by all means, read more details in my book."

***

The Examination Committee seemed to be taking its time considering the book and the wild ideas Jon came up with.

"Aging is an Illusion? Say that to my wrinkles." The Old Woman tapped on Jon's shoulder.

"Oh come on, you're beautiful beyond redemption." Jon turned to her with a smug joke.

"Didn't expect any less from your book. Now people say you are mad." She said.

"Blessed be the Mad..." Jon said but got interrupted.

"... For they hold the Key to the Secret Knowledge." A man continued for him.

Jon and the Old Woman turned to see a dark elf old man in a super fancy robe.

"Who said that?" The Old Woman asked.

"Sheogorath." The Old Man said.

"Divy, how marvelous to see you here, my dear. Come here." The Old Woman and exchanged a kiss with him.

"Don't mind us, my friend. This is an old friend of mine." The Old Woman coolly brushed her action off, she then lowered her tone and spoke.

"Let me introduce you, this is..."

"An honor to meet you once again, Great Grandmaster." Jon put a hand on his chest and slightly bowed for the Old Man.

"You know each other... Wait! Great Grandmaster?" The Old Woman looked between Jon and Divayth Fyr.

"Well well, looks like you have been busy writing a book, Jon my boy. Those were some nice ideas" Divayth Fyr said.

"Thank you very much."

"Loosen up a bit. And you, little girl, how come you know Alfe's Student's Student?" Divayth Fyr asked.

"I see... He is a business partner and currently exiled from Skyrim so he is staying at my place for some time." She said.

"Exiled? Is there someone bold enough to exile one of my line of students?" Divayth Fyr turned scary all of a sudden.

"It is just an arrangement for a couple of years until peace returns to the land. Killing ten Thalmor Arch Wizards and a battalion of two thousand while being a Demigod for ten minutes is bound to bring trouble to my people." Jon explained.

"I see. Fairly good job. Looks like I am missing the fun nowadays. Tell me you are going to get back on them anyway." Divayth Fyr said mischievously.

"Sure, I just need some time to not attract the attention of any Thalmor Ancestor or anything." Jon replied.

"Thalmor Ancestor? No, you don't need to worry about that woman. She saw her children getting slaughtered a couple of centuries ago and didn't raise a finger. Do as you wish with them, they just use the name of that Ancestor as a facade."

"Really?" Jon was taken aback.

"Truth be told, Skyrim has more Ancestors than Summerset." Divayth Fyr dropped another bomb.

"Impossible! Never came across any." Jon couldn't take that one even from Divayth Fyr himself.

"Don't you have that Temple on the Snow Throat mountain? High Hrothgar?"

"You mean... the Greybeards?"

"Exactly. They are the Ancestors of Skyrim and they can even Summon other Ancestors by their voices from that Sovngarde just like how the Dunmer summon Ancestors by Magic."

"..." Jon was having a hard time processing that one.

"Worry not, my friend. Ancestors are mostly peaceful in all countries. One can only imagine the damage they do when they start throwing spells around." The Old Woman comforted Jon.

"Yeah... one can only imagine..." Jon said with empty eyes.

He had a pretty good idea of what she talked about. Anyone who played the game must have tried to take the Greybeards on at least once. Long story short, this was one of those moments when players were abused to death by NPCs.

"Thank you for your advice, Great Grandmaster."

"It's okay. Here I was planning to pass some time with old colleagues and here I find a book for a good read. I'll be around, young Jon, little girl." Divayth Fyr kept a low key and disappeared away to not attract attention.

"You didn't tell me you're from Divy's line of students." The Old Woman remarked.

"Not really a thing that anyone can believe... And you never told me you're all chummy with him." Jon said.

"Old-timers like us tend to strike together. Also, Divy and I are just friends. His list of lovers and mine are just too loose if I may say." She said without no shame.

"Amazing. I may have just found my ideal grandparents. So proud of you, guys!"

"Oh, you big flirt." She said then looked around, "Will they take all day?"

"No idea. But getting late means they are arguing." Jon looked around and found a mage from the staff and asked. "Do they usually take this long?"

"Oh, not really but a Priest from the Temple has entered the Committee to verify the facts from the Teachings of Prophet Veloth. It's all in progress." The staff member comforted Jon.

"In progress." Jon said to the Old Woman.

"Progress? Ah! It's a bitch." She said with an annoyed face.

"Indeed."

"Don't worry, I have a feeling your book will strike it high... but I have questions."

"Ask away."

"In your book, you left some questions unanswered. Shouldn't a book be about enlightening the reader?"

"Indeed. But the only question I left unanswered is about Robbing the Dragon." He answered.

"Robbing Time you mean." She said, "You say that time is a Lie but at the same time, Time is a thing that can be robbed?"

"Is the Dragon is only about time?" He asked.

"... The Sun... I guess."

"Isn't that Magnus?"

"Don't think you can confuse me. The Worshipers of Auri-El symbolize him through the Sun which is the Source of Magic. Also, the Blessing of Akatosh is about Magicka Regeneration." She said.

"You are right. What more do you understand?" He asked.

"The Law of the Dragon God of Time comes through the Sun which also brings Light and Magicka. If that's the case then hoarding Magicka in one's constitution is the answer. Which means more Meditation to Magicka... but all mages meditate, no real result here."

"Indeed. But you needed to meditate stronger." Jon corrected her.

"Is it safe?"

"An Astral Damage might occur but one needs to perfect the method and find the paths between the flesh and the spirit. Then by certain Techniques, one can open the door for enhancing their Spirit, then their Flesh, then their Hearts as far as I could reach."

"Wait... you can do that?"

"This is as far as I can hold your hand, Old Cat. Figure out the rest and let's talk during the party tomorrow." Jon said with a wink as he noticed the examiners coming out.

"Wait! What exactly am I lacking then?" The Old Woman couldn't let go of the entertainment moment.

Jon pointed to his head and spoke.

"Imagination."

"Oh... I see... The Idea of the Possibility… in other words... The Belief..."

"Hehe... you sly old woman!"

Jon was fascinated by how an Old Woman was as enthusiastic as a young researcher. Geniuses are geniuses no matter the age.

However, it was time.

The score of Jon's book was being announced. Jon was seriously not knowing how the Dunmer will react to a book written based on their traditional beliefs by an outsider.

They may just deny it.

But the paper that was hung on the front wall of the hall put a smile on his face.

[The Timely Lie - Verified by the Temple of Reclamation, Accepted by the Academy of Shad Astula - Allowed for Public Release]

"I never tire of being correct." The Old Woman said.

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Lore + Theory Chapter... I had to pull an All nighter just to put the lore in place. if I say you saying you just skimmed through it cuz it's boring then we have problems man! real problems!

章 425: Beasts of Pleasure (+18)

A/n: we didn't have one of those in a long while, guys. Worry not, not all chapter is +18

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*The White Cat Casino, Mournhold*

As far as hobbies go, Jon has acquired a lot of them ever since his reincarnation. Magic started as a hobby until it became Jon's main craft, cooking is a thing Jon is invested in, drawing sketches of things from his memories, enchanting was also a thing, Magical Engineering was something he invested in and the list goes on... but what Jon discovered about himself, especially after becoming filthy rich was his Collector Hobby.

He loved acquiring rare things and gaining precious artifacts within reason of course. The Ebony Blade may be a cursed item but it is currently one of the most precious things he carries. He even came to like it once he got used to the unending voices that want him to slaughter everything.

Jon was now sitting in his room in the backyard of the Casino. He was enthusiastically cleaning and maintaining his gear especially the latest piece he acquired, the 'Ebony Mail'. This armor was a combination of upper body armor made of Ebony despite the naming 'Mail'. There were a chainmail and full plate parts which were adjusted to Jon's size by magic.

"Come to think of it. Never have I ever killed someone and salvaged his armor for myself. Weapons are okay but armor... Life is strange indeed."

In any game, players would go all nuts about looting what they kill but in reality, it is somehow not the case at all. Looting who you kill is a crime of sorts as the Defense or Offense has ended and going for the loot is a bandit act. Of course, things are completely different if armies are looting one another or the item was an Artifact like the Ebony Mail.

Anyway, Jon now has a full suit of Ebony for the first time. He wasn't that interested in sturdy body armor before because of the weight but the Ebony Mail is super light.

In the end and after adjusting and polishing, Jon put all his gear on the stand. The soul of the collector within him smiled proudly for the sight.

'System, round things up for me.'

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[Ebony Blade] <Daedric Artifact>

- Awakening (5/10)

- Absorb Vitality

- Fortify Swordsmanship

[Pride / Elder Staff of Power and Fate] <Deadly Sin>

- Imagination Magic

[Ebony Mail] <Daedric Artifact>

- Muffle

- Impenetrable

- Poison Cloak

[Krilon] <Nordic Ebony>

- Fortify Elements

- Resist Elements

[Ahzidal's Fists of Negation] <Nordic Ebony>

- Fortify Strength

- Resist Magic

[Ahzidal's Boots of Water Striding] <Nordic Ebony>

- Fortify Speed

- Waterwalking

[Greed / Shadow Aether] <Deadly Sin>

- Possess Objects

- Devour Shadows

[Greater Kyne's Token] <Blessed Amulet>

- Sooth Nature

- Fortify Vitality

- Protection against Beasts

[Ahzidal's Ring of Necromancy] <Nordic Ring>

- Fortify Conjuration

- Automatic Soul Trap

[Nurina's Ring] <Dunmeri Gold>

- Magicka Regeneration

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[A/n: I managed to recreate all the tool files once again. Somehow, I think I don't use a lot of these functions.]

Watching his gear on the armor stand, Jon sighed in his heart and opened the Cube. He then took the two large Orichalcum Chains.

"Well, well, well! Look at those beauties. The strength is crazy. System."

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[Evil Sealing Chains] <Orcish Orichalcum>

- Seal Magicka

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"Humph... As I thought. Still, they are quite conducive to Magicka."

Jon used 'Telekinesis' and made the chains dance like snakes. Suddenly, a hood idea came all of a sudden.

Jon took [Ahzidal's Fists of Negation] then started to open the gaps between the plate Ebony and the gauntlet. He then adjusted the size of the [Evil Sealing Chains] by an Alteration spell and mounted the chain on the Gauntlet by stuffing the cuffs inside the padding and then closing it again.

Using the close Enchanting Table, he adjusted the enchantments on the Gauntlet and the Chain to fit one another and for the chains to be able to extend and shorten without hindering the user. The end product was the same Ebony Gauntlet with a thin Orichalcum Chain going around it.

"That's sick even if I say so myself."

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[Ahzidal's Evil Fists] <Nordic Ebony/Orichalcum>

- Fortify Strength

- Resist Magic

- Magicka Sealing Chains

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"My satisfaction is immeasurable and my day is complete."

Jon can be said to have created another absurd thing after his Krilon mask merging and the Deadly Sins artifacts.

With that, he can call it a night.

[A/n: +18 content begins]

"Have I kept you waiting?" Jon looked at the bed in his room where a certain someone was lying on it.

That someone was naked and tied with a soft rope in a kinky way. She was blindfolded and gagged as well.

Once she heard Jon's voice directed to her, Miranda's body showed reaction.

She was devoid of any coverage and her golden meet was as an open buffet for Jon. He touched her where is sensitive the most and moved his fingers all the way up to her mouth, he then took the gag out and slid his thumb in.

She enthusiastically took his thumb and sucked on it with passion until a gust of cold air came at her side announcing that Jon took off his clothes as well.

Being in a good mood, Jon wanted to tease the girl a little bit. He took a large feather and started teasing Miranda with it while she desperately tried to muffle her moans. Once the feather tip came closer to her sensitive spot, Jon used his forbidden spell 'Vibrate' on the feather.

Miranda's body quivered left and right from the stimulation and she lost control of her voice.

"Pl... Please!"

"You sure?"

"... Yes."

"Hmmm... No."

"..."

She couldn't understand how things ended up like that. Previously, Jon has flirted with her a few times and they shared a few drinks in private but once he asked her to come to his room earlier this day, she complied immediately.

The first thing he did was to trap her to a wall and intimately tease her. She was naked before she could even know it. He even tied her arms and led her to the bed.

"I know you like it." Jon's whisper returned her to reality.

The pleasure in her head of being handled like that was an experience she couldn't wrap her head around but she preferred losing herself for it.

Out of control.

Out of will.

The soft rope that tied her body moved all the way up to an iron ring attached to the ceiling then Jon pulled it slowly all the way till she was standing on her toes.

She looked at him as he came up behind her and took out a small riding whip. He moved all around her buttock teasing her for a bit before swinging it lightly and whipping her round butt once.

Tingles of pleasure traveled all over her body and a smile appeared on her face for a moment before she took it back. Jon noticed that with the corner of his sight and grinned.

The play kept going for a short time until Jon decided it was time, he let her down and pushed her on the bed. She lied on her back looking at him while closing her legs together. Only when he stared at her for a couple of seconds when she loosened her legs apart. Jon wasn't merciful with her as he held her legs and rotated her on the other side. Seeing her butt again in front of him, he couldn't help but smack that soft thing.

Slowly and steadily, Miranda learned how to raise her bottom up and get into position. Jon was pleased with the results of her training today and decided to give her reward.

Little Jon was finally freed to take on an Altmer girl for the first time. Miranda was as tall as any High Elf which came close to Jon's height. A girl like that surely has a body that is more compatible with Jon than any one he had before.

Jon's first thrust went slowly and steadily. Miranda was biting the gag as her body was desperately moving to accept that newcomer that was ravaging all the way in until they fit together and the wild night started.

***

Jon lied on the bed with Miranda soundlessly sleeping over him. High Elves were as attractive as they are irritating but thankfully Miranda had quite the sweet personality.

Jon moved her golden strands of hair away from her face to take a look at the beauty sleeping over him. Her first time with him should have used a lot of her stamina especially since it has been some time since he had fun with a girl too.

*knock knock knock*

Out of the blue, the door to his room was knocked on. Jon tensed and even Miranda woke up looking at him with wide eyes.

"Wha... what should we do?" She whispered.

"Easy there. I'll take you to that place just go there and rest." Jon said as he took the Cube and made her go in.

He then ruffled his hair and put on a sleepy face before putting a robe on and opening the door.

"Oh! Old Cat... what brings you up this hour?" He asked.

"This hour." The Old Woman narrowed her eyes, "Not like you to disappear this early, my friend. Somehow, I couldn't find the four of you."

"Oh, where are my manners! Please, come in." Jon invited her in.

She looked from the outside before stepping in.

"I thought the girl Miranda was with you!" She said.

"Eh? Wha..."

"How do I know? Come on... the way she followed you out an hour ago." The Old Woman laughed.

"Oh... right. So, how can I help you?" Jon awkwardly changed the subject.

"Nothing really. I just thought you two are done so we can have a chat."

"By all means."

"... Between you and me, the girl Isha and the boy Mirren occupy the opposite room. Unlike you, the two are a mess and can't keep it down."

"..." Jon stared at her before laughing.

"So those two have done it too. Should I drop by?" Jon thought of something naughty.

"Leave the poor kids be. Now that Miranda is not here, I want to talk with you about something." She said and continued, "You remember the world that Galam used to say?"

"Monsters?"

"Aye, my friend. Monsters or Beasts, any world that suit the description can be used." She said and paused for a while, "Have you ever been told like that before?"

"Not really." Jon shook his head.

"... Before you leave Skyrim, you were known to be a powerful man and a good mage. Qualities many can share. In your town, you were also rumored to be a philanderer. Am I right?"

"Yeah, nothing is really a secret about it?" Jon said.

"I share some of those things too. When I was you... Fufu... Let's just say I had my days."

"Heard the stories." Jon said.

"Right. You know... Old Divayth Fyr is the same as well. Old Tiber Septim was that too..." She said and kept mentioning a few more names.

"You knew Emperor Tiber Septim?" Jon asked.

"Almost had a child with him." She said.

Jon narrowed his eyes and looked at her. Such a strong claim can lead to her demise if the current Empire found out.

"You know... I don't like the word Monster. I prefer 'Beasts'." She said.

"Why?"

"We Beasts, we take what we want, possess whatever we seek, kill indiscriminately or with right, have all the lovers we want without anyone thinking it is weird. Don't you think the word Beast fairly describe us?" She asked.

"I don't know." Jon said, "I do what I want because I can. Some may think I am a freak of a sort but I excuse their ignorance. Few can do what I do and the life I lived transcends even my understanding sometimes. If you ask me what is my purpose in this life? I'd say I probably had it pretty hard in the past one and I just want to live it to its fullest. Being a Beast who takes all the females for himself while mercilessly shredding his opponents, I'll go with that as long as it suits me." Jon said without a second thought.

"Hey... you really don't care?"

"I care. I have my people and my family to care about. I can't just go around making trouble for them that's why I can't be this Monster or Beast unless when I defend something important. I am sure my enemies have already got the message."

"Well said." The Old Woman nodded and stood up, "You lot are leaving tomorrow so it is rude to leave the party I made for you and go on a love rampage. Let's have a good dinner before you leave."

Jon saw her out and then let Miranda out of the Cube.

"I am going to my room." She was already dressed and ready to leave.

Jon looked outside and saw Isha's room. He then exchanged looks with Miranda who shook her head trying to stop him.

"Come on, this will be fun. Let's see what sort of kinks they're into."

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