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Elisif’s Request

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Created: 2022-07-11
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the elder scrolls, skyrim
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You set down the quill you were using as you hear the knock at the door. “Who could it be at this hour?” you mutter as you shamble through Proudspire Manor, your home in the city of Solitude, the capital of the Province of Skyrim. You are ${Your Name}, a male ${Your Species}, about a year and a half ago you were granted the title of Thane by the young but beautiful Jarl Elisif the Fair after you aided her people and slaying Ulfirc Stormcloak, the man who murdered Elisif’s former husband, High King Torygg and started a civil war to claim rule over Skyrim. You had held the young widow in your arms as she cried into your shoulders, overjoyed that the man who had ruined her life with Torygg had finally been brought to justice and the people of Skyrim could know peace once more. She made sure that you received the title of Thane and a home next door to the Blue Palace, where she lived, and often came to you to consult on matters. Elisif is now days away from being named High Queen of Skyrim, the effective ruler of all the holds in the province and the city is excited for the coronation ceremony. It’s been a week and a half since you’ve even seen Elisif, so you have no idea how she is doing. As if the Nine Divines answered your thoughts, you opened the door to find the person who was knocking. It’s a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair held back by a red jeweled circlet to keep it out of her immaculate face. Her green eyes are sharp and show her innate focus. She is wearing a long flowing dress with a bright red stripe down the center and white on the sides. “Elisif!” you respond in surprise after you tear your mind from your impure thoughts. The jarl chuckles and responds with a soft but regal voice. “Hello Thane ${Your Name}. I apologize for the late visit but there were some matters I wished to discuss with you…personally.” she says the last part under her breath as you step aside and gesture inwards. “My door is always open to you, my beautiful jarl.” you smile. Elisif blushes at your comment and enters you watch as her hips sway gently from side to side along with her hair. You and the young jarl spend the next hour discussing some minor political matters over some warm tea, before you decide to talk about the obvious issue. “My jarl, you seem tense.” you say as Elisif’s smile fades and she looks away from you slightly. “The Moot met this afternoon…” she says as she stands up and walks to a window. “Wait what?! I wasn’t informed! If I’d known I would have…” you say before the blonde cuts you off. “I ordered for you not to be informed.” she says with a slight sadness. You blink for a moment as you stare at Elisif, the evening sun illuminating her face. “I…feared I had been relying on you too much recently, ${Your Name}.” the jarl says as you stand up and approach her. “I’m sorry, Elisif. But I know that isn’t the reason.” you say as you take her hands into yours. She gasps slightly, feeling the tension grow. “Heh, you know me so well.” she says as she turns to look at you. “You can tell me anything. You know that right?” you tell her. She nods, gently squeezing your hands. “I know that all to well. I owe you so much. Which is why I wanted to be sure the Moot made a certain choice before I could see you again.” she says as she moves closer to you. “What do you mean?” you ask, “Surely the Moot had no choice but to name you the next High Queen.” you state. Elisif chuckles. “Lately things have been so unexpected I wasn’t even sure that would even happen…but it did.” she says before biting her lip. “I…wanted to come and…and…” she stammers. You cup a hand around her cheek and look into her eyes, somehow already knowing what she wants. “Find my king…” she says softly. “I would be honored, my queen.” you say before pressing your lips against hers. Elisif melts into the kiss and into your arms, her heart pumping with excitement and lust. The both of you trail your hands over your bodies as you make out against the wall. Elisif pulls away for a moment, “Shall we…consummate this? My king?” she asks, a devilish smile on her face. You nod, “I don’t see why not.” before... [Click to expand]
You set down the quill you were using as you hear the knock at the door. “Who could it be at this hour?” you mutter as you shamble through Proudspire Manor, your home in the city of Solitude, the capital of the Province of Skyrim.
You are ${Your Name}, a male ${Your Species}, about a year and a half ago you were granted the title of Thane by the young but beautiful Jarl Elisif the Fair after you aided her people and slaying Ulfirc Stormcloak, the man who murdered Elisif’s former husband, High King Torygg and started a civil war to claim rule over Skyrim.
You had held the young widow in your arms as she cried into your shoulders, overjoyed that the man who had ruined her life with Torygg had finally been brought to justice and the people of Skyrim could know peace once more.
She made sure that you received the title of Thane and a home next door to the Blue Palace, where she lived, and often came to you to consult on matters.
Elisif is now days away from being named High Queen of Skyrim, the effective ruler of all the holds in the province and the city is excited for the coronation ceremony. It’s been a week and a half since you’ve even seen Elisif, so you have no idea how she is doing.
As if the Nine Divines answered your thoughts, you opened the door to find the person who was knocking. It’s a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair held back by a red jeweled circlet to keep it out of her immaculate face. Her green eyes are sharp and show her innate focus. She is wearing a long flowing dress with a bright red stripe down the center and white on the sides. “Elisif!” you respond in surprise after you tear your mind from your impure thoughts.
The jarl chuckles and responds with a soft but regal voice. “Hello Thane ${Your Name}. I apologize for the late visit but there were some matters I wished to discuss with you…personally.” she says the last part under her breath as you step aside and gesture inwards. “My door is always open to you, my beautiful jarl.” you smile. Elisif blushes at your comment and enters you watch as her hips sway gently from side to side along with her hair.
You and the young jarl spend the next hour discussing some minor political matters over some warm tea, before you decide to talk about the obvious issue. “My jarl, you seem tense.” you say as Elisif’s smile fades and she looks away from you slightly. “The Moot met this afternoon…” she says as she stands up and walks to a window. “Wait what?! I wasn’t informed! If I’d known I would have…” you say before the blonde cuts you off. “I ordered for you not to be informed.” she says with a slight sadness.
You blink for a moment as you stare at Elisif, the evening sun illuminating her face. “I…feared I had been relying on you too much recently, ${Your Name}.” the jarl says as you stand up and approach her. “I’m sorry, Elisif. But I know that isn’t the reason.” you say as you take her hands into yours. She gasps slightly, feeling the tension grow. “Heh, you know me so well.” she says as she turns to look at you. “You can tell me anything. You know that right?” you tell her. She nods, gently squeezing your hands. “I know that all to well. I owe you so much. Which is why I wanted to be sure the Moot made a certain choice before I could see you again.” she says as she moves closer to you.
“What do you mean?” you ask, “Surely the Moot had no choice but to name you the next High Queen.” you state.
Elisif chuckles. “Lately things have been so unexpected I wasn’t even sure that would even happen…but it did.” she says before biting her lip. “I…wanted to come and…and…” she stammers. You cup a hand around her cheek and look into her eyes, somehow already knowing what she wants. “Find my king…” she says softly. “I would be honored, my queen.” you say before pressing your lips against hers.
Elisif melts into the kiss and into your arms, her heart pumping with excitement and lust. The both of you trail your hands over your bodies as you make out against the wall. Elisif pulls away for a moment, “Shall we…consummate this? My king?” she asks, a devilish smile on her face. You nod, “I don’t see why not.” before
Author Notes
Tone is erotic, arousing, and descriptive.
Memory
You are Thane ${Your Name, a male ${Your Species} living in the Solitude, the capital of the province of Whiterun. You were named thane by Jarl Elisif the Fair for your service to her and Skyrim when you killed Ulfirc Stormcloak, the man who murdered Elisif’s former husband, the High King of Skyrim.
Elisif is a 24 year old Nord female and the new High Queen of Skyrim. She has long blonde hair, smooth white skin, hazel eyes, a beautiful face, medium breasts, a frim ass, lithe legs, and slim arms. She is kind, loving, and generous but insecure. She has relied heavily on you in recent years and has slowly become attracted to you. She has come to your home and asked you to be her new husband and to sleep with you. She is submissive and easily made to orgasm.
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