My slave awkwardly holds the twins in her arms, Turamane and Aheh happily sucking on their mother's tits. While she's feeding them I lock my door, already beginning to disrobe. When I turn I see the Khajiit eye my body, her tail beginning to flick back and forth. I smirk and say, "Finish feeding the twins, then I'll give you my welcome back present.". The woman nods and I see her nervously swallow. While she gives the bastards their milk I put on my fake cock, grab a wine skin of oil, and start preparing myself to fuck my slave. When I look over at her I can't help sighing in relief. She's back. After a week of waiting she finally returned.

I was concerned she might have been killed, or realized I was using her. Her child were my last hold on her, and she could always pop out two more. But none of that matters now. My slave is back, and I'm never letting her go again. That week was torture. Turamane suddenly pulls back, letting out a tiny yawn before settling down. I quickly cross the room and take him back to his crib. It takes a few minutes, but eventually Aheh is also done feeding. I smile and put the baby in the crib with her brother, turning around to see my slave already playing with her own cunt. Whore. I smirk and walk over to her, flipping her onto her hands and knees like the bitch she is. With one fluid motion I thrust into her, grabbing onto her tits as I lie down on her back.

The Khajiit moans and slowly slides down onto her elbows, her hips thrusting back and forth to meet me. I chuckle and tell her, "Slut.". She nods her head and begins to pant. My sinewy fingers begin to fiddle with her nipples, roughly pulling on the flesh as I fuck her. My slave groans and hisses, "Harder!". Rage instantly fills me. How DARE she tell me what to do. I want to punish her, but I can't. It would only cause the woman to hate me all over again, and I'd be back at square one. So, I channel my anger into my fucking. The Khajiit moans beneath me, eagerly meeting my thrust.

By now I've learned the contours and finer details of her bodies, so I know when she's reaching her crescendo of pleasure. When she does I shove some fingers into her mouth so she doesn't wake Turamane and Aheh. Sure enough the two babies peacefully sleep on, and my slave suckles on my digits as my fake cock thrust in and out of her. Finally, I slowly pull out of the woman beneath me. The woman sighs and slowly stretches out, a look of pure bliss on her face. I throw my fake cock to the side and curl up beside her, wrapping her in my arms. I nuzzle her neck and possessively snarl, "Mine.". She nods her head and agrees, "Yours. All yours.". I reach down out of habit and rub her stomach, a decent amount of fat from the twins still clinging to her frame. Tomorrow I'll have to start her on her diet, but for now I allow myself to simply bask in the presence of my slave.

Rulindil POV:

The man beneath me continually wails as I pound into him, my cast-iron hard cock ripping his ass apart. The Bosmer below me tries to flip over and fight me, but only one of his arms is working. I'm not sure what's wrong with the other one, but I stepped on it a few times and now he can't use it. And, his working arm is missing a hand. The man suddenly leans forward, spitting out a few of his teeth. I chuckle and reach down, grabbing onto his shoulders as I pound into him. I'm about to fill him with my seed when I hear a faint knocking at the door. I freeze and scream, "What is it?!".

The timid voice of a servant answers, "The First Ambassador wishes to speak with you when you're free.". I scream, "Give me a minute!". I fuck my slave faster and harder than I've ever done, groaning when a fill his tight ass with my seed. I slide out of him, chain him to the bed, and quickly dress. I look at myself in my looking glass, straightening myself up before going to meet Elenwen. I find my old friend out on the balcony, a smirk on her face as she lounges with a drink in her hand. I sit beside her and pick up my own drink, both of us knocking our glasses together before actually enjoying the alcohol. As I sip my wine I ask her, "How did your slave take being recaptured for the rest of her life?". My friend smirks and says, "I fucked her until she couldn't move.". I can't help rolling my eyes at Elenwen's words.

The woman is like a pubescent young man in some ways. She takes joy in bragging about the people she's fucked, the things she's drunk, and the drugs she's done. In her current age she's slowed down with the drugs and drinking, but she's been fucking her slave almost every single night since the Khajiit gave into her. I'm honestly surprised the slave's babies came out perfectly fine. I was certain the mother getting fucked every day of her pregnancy would screw up the children, but it didn't seem to have any effect on them. My inner thoughts are interrupted by Elenwen clearing her throat and saying, "I'm considering allowing one or two of the guards to have a slave of their own. A nice Argonian would certainly lighten up the place.".

I take a swig of my beer and ask, "Are you sure about this? It doesn't seem like a good idea to me. What if the slave gets loose, or someone actually ends up missing it?". My leader shrugs and answers, "One or two more slaves won't hurt anyone. We'll just have the guards be extra careful, and be wary of what Argonian we decide to take. Besides, we may as well add a few more slaves around here.". I raise my eyebrow and counter, "We already have four.". She snorts and mumbles, "Three of them can't do anything, and the other one is still fat from pregnancy.". I simply shrug and tell her, "Do what you want to do, but have a boat ready to flee back to The Summerset Isles. Now, if you don't mind I have a slave to fuck.". I slowly stand and leave my leader to her musings.

Lydia POV:

Uthgerd carries me into my thane's house, upstairs, and places me on the bed. I thank her and begin to take off my armor. I expect the woman to simply leave, but when I'm stripped down to my underclothes I see her still standing there. The woman locks eye with me and I ask, "What?". The gigantic warrior tells me, "You're troubled.". I nod in agreement. We both stand and stare at each other for a few moments, but eventually Uthgerd sits down beside me and assures me, "You can tell me what's bothering you. The Dragonborn was my friend to.". I look down at my missing leg and answer, "What's the point on going on? I don't have a thane to serve, I can't even do household things because I'm missing a leg, and I'm not stooping to begging.".

My friend claps me on the back and says, "You don't have to worry about any of that. Delphine wasn't pleased with what you did, but she at least promised to provide for you the rest of your life. You can just sit back and enjoy yourself. Read a book for gods' sake!". I cross my arms and mumble, "I can't read.". I close my watery eyes as I admit, "I want my thane back.". I feel Uthgerd pat my back as she suggest, "Maybe you could send a letter to the embassy, or visit them when you have the time.". I scoff and say, "My thane's 'owner' ran me over and tried to kill me.". I feel myself being picked up and carried away. I screech at the bigger woman, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!". The woman chuckles and says, "I'm taking you to The Bannered Mare. We're getting drunk. It'll help you forget, if only for the night.". All I can do is flail in her arms.

Delphine POV:

My horse screams beneath me, but I keep pushing him. I need to find her. I'm following her footprints as best as I can, but it's slow going. They only real reason I'm making any true progress is the hound running in front of me, the beast stolen from someone in town. I'm usually against stealing, but this is an emergency. I left Esbern behind a long time ago. The man complained all the while and was of little use, so I told him to go back to the temple without me. He didn't even pretend to be upset at my decision to go on alone. I had to discharge Lydia and Uthgerd out of the blades, so it looks like Esbern and I are once again the last of our order.

The Dragonborn is brainwashed, Faendal is dead, and I had to kick the other two members out for treason. Oblivion, I'm actually paying for Lydia to keep up a decent lifestyle. In a different time I would have killed Lydia, but I couldn't even bring myself to force her into a life of poverty. She might be misguided, but she's just doing what she thinks is best for her thane. Besides, she lost a leg distracting Elenwen for me. The least I could do was pay for her necessities for a short while. The hound in front of my suddenly halts, desperately sniffing. Suddenly, he screams and begins running around like wild. I leap off my horse and grab him, trying to calm him down. That's when I see the blood dripping from his nose. I shush him and walk him over to a tree, tying him to it.

I go back over to where we just were and examine the ground he was smelling. A thick red powder is covering the area. I kneel down, scoop up some dust on my finger, and lick the stuff up. In an instant I'm regretting my decision, the red dust causing my entire tongue to burn. Damn the Khajiit is smart, she was thinking far ahead of me when she fled. The powder she's laid down is illegal, expensive, and is designed purely to throw tracking hounds off someone's scent. How, when, and where she got it I'll never know, but she's successfully thrown me off her trail. However, she made one major mistake. We're near a river.

Hounds have an easier time tracking people in water (it's a common myth to go into water to escape), so all I have to do is walk my pooch along the riverbank until he finds it. That is, after his nose stops bleeding. It'll take a few hours before the powder wears off, and until then all I can do is wait. I give the whimpering dog one last pet on the head, then go over and begin attending to my horse. I'm not sure how long it'll take to find the woman, and I don't even know where she is. However, there is one thing I know. I'll find her. I don't care if I have to go to the ends of the earth. I will find her. Then, I'll save her. Once and for all.