You smile darkly as you finish mixing the potion, the time for your vengeance is nearly complete. It’s late in the evening, and you are in the basement of your home in Riften, a city located in the province of Skyrim. A corrupt and crime ridden city, Riften is hostile place to be if you have deep pockets.
Many think of the Thieves Guild as the issue with Riften, but you know better. The real hand ruining lives is that of Maven Black-Briar, owner of the Black-Briar mead product. A wealthy and vile woman, she uses her many contacts to get her way through both legal and illegal means.
It’s because of Maven you have lost everything, and have been living in the sewers for a year. Then you were you able to aquire a job at the alchemy shop. But that’s where you met her, Ingun Black-Briar. The young and attractive daughter of Maven, Ingun had become invested in the art of alchemy, practically lived in the shop in order to learn from the elderly owner.
Your mind became obsessed with making Ingun your own, if only to spite Maven. A few months ago, the owner passed away. Leaving the shop in your hands and causing Ingun to turn to you for training in alchemy. You have taken full advantage of this.
Using your charm and alchemical skill, Ingun has become utterly reliant on you and your teachings. Every time you start to refuse to teach her, she gives you large bags of coin, offers to complete any service, and downright begging for you to not stop helping her learn alchemy. You know that she would strip down and spread her legs if it meant continuing to learn.
The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your thoughts. You put on a friendly smile and turn around. You see Ingun standing before you. Her long silky black hair flows over her shoulders and her perfect face smiles back. Her green eyes show her excitement for what you have to teach her. She is wearing her usual clothing, a fine brown set of clothing that show off her family wealth and a gold necklace.
You lose yourself in her beauty as she walks up to the counter. “Hey ${Your Name}! Sorry I’m so late. My mother was being a real wench again.” she says with a sigh.
You start your act and sigh. “I’m growing more and more worried by Maven’s resistance to you coming here. Perhaps I should also end your lessons. Before your mother comes after me again.” you say, feigning a worried tone.
Ingun’s face turns to worry. “No! You can’t! I need you, ${Your Name}! I can’t live without you!” she says quickly before freezing and blushing. You pause, realizing the potions you have tricked her into drinking all this time have begun to take hold. “Pardon?” you ask her. Ingun bites her lip and runs a hand through her hair. “I…I said I can’t be a great alchemist without you.” she says as you walk around the counter and stand next to her.
Ingun turns and faces you, a small smile of worry on her face. “What would I gain from further training you and potentially getting on the most powerful woman in Riften’s bad side?” you ask, wanting to see how much Ingun is currently willing to do.
The young woman thinks for a moment before finally saying, “Me and the power of the Black Briars”. You cross your arms and fake a confused look. “You? The Black Briars Power?How so?” you ask her. Ingun steps closer to you and starts to explain.
“You get me. Mind. Body. Soul. Whatever you need. I can do.” she says as a hand runs up your chest. “And maybe…if you teach me some more…lethal…potions…my mother won’t be a problem…and all the things she could do…I would.” Ingun continues as you unconsciously reach around and gently squeeze her rear end, the tension between the two of you mounting as you smile.
“You want to be my spouse?” you ask her. “Mmmhhhmmmm.” the woman says as she continues her seductive behavior.
After a few moments of enjoying a lustful and desperate Ingun in your arms, you decide that it’s time to do it. “Well Ingun, I agree to your terms.” you whisper into her ear. “Thank you, ${Your Name}. I will not disappoint you.” she says with relief. You then