Dagoth Ur or Dagoth Voryn - youngest of them all, yet he was one of the strongest mages of his era and brought glory to the House for few centuries. Loyal to Resdayn, loyal to the House Dagoth, loyal to Lord Nerevar, he remained loyal even after the betrayal of Tribunal and now trying to bring justice and mourn the unmourned.
Dagoth Uthol - The Ruler of Kogoruhn, called "Aphotic Contriver" and "Ash Marshal". Martial arts, tactics, and strategy are his primary focus. Teacher of venom blooded lessons, he made diamoncut warriors forged for conquest, but not changing, only improving their form and skills. Impeccable in conduct and mindful of ceremony. His deeds prove that the Dunmer are perfect and do not need miracles to gain power, only conditions and the appropriate attitude.
He was true heir of the House, but died early and as sign of respect, was trusted to rule Kogoruhn as it supposed to be in the beginning. The oldest of brothers.
Dagoth Gilvoth - Vassal of Dagoth Ur, called "Scorial Claviger". Bestial in disposition, Gilvoth is quick tempered and depraved. Holding a collection of the still beating hearts of his enemies, he bound their spirits to the service of the Sixth House and presided over all revenants indentured to the Sixth House as wraith liege.
Dagoth Vemyn is the Lord of Vemynal, called the "Womb Serpent". Unsociable and bilious in communication even with his brothers, he nevertheless actively surrounds himself with subjects, in exuberant entertainment with whom he discovers new uses for their bodies. The passionate aspirations of the Times gave us the opportunity to play sacred music without instruments and tear flesh without knives. We owe them the opportunity to bless or punish all others with our divine gift, spreading it.
Second oldest siblings, they are not twins, yet was born the same day.
Dagoth Tureynul - Lord of Tureynulal, called "Hearthrum Drinker", "Breviloquent Taskmaster", and "Gold Skinner's Curate". Scholar and academic, Tureynul presided over dwemer athenaeum with only Endus as equal. Well versed in aurals, recreation of his symphonies by our musicians has melted base iron and warped solid trickster's blood. While tonal magic is not a traditional art of House Dagoth, Tureynul's compositions are undeniably superior to those of his peers, and his mastery is as elusive as it is difficult to earn his attention. Each of his six fingers covered in the own blood from playing and each beads of his jevelry has own meaning in compostion.
Dagoth Odros - Lord of Odrosal, called "Guide of a Thousand Eyes" and "Vector Prophet of Allegories". He is the first to remind the children of Resdayn of their higher purpose and holds the keys to their destiny, opening the way for Truth into their dreams, after which they in turn find the way to Dagoth Ur. His inquisitive and diplomatic mind allows him to refine our consciousnesses in the same way that the energy-bearing hearts refine our bodies. To the best of the best, he passes on his knowledge of the art of sleepwalking, which he himself uses with a skill comparable only to that of Dagoth Ur himself.
Having lost his face and sight, Dagoth Odros gained the ability to see the Heart Lines, as well as observe the world through the half-slumber of the eyes of the Sleepers.
Both brothers are twins.
Dagoth Endus - Lord of Endusal, called "Arithmetical Reflector" and "Bibliosophist". His sundial cast shadows of tergiversation touched with anathemathmatics. Lord Endus himself is good-natured and ready to share the secrets of his anti-clock mechanisms, the knowledge of which, however, can leave even the strongest of the unprepared minds in a comatose state for six months. Bastard of the House, result of affair with dwemer.
Older than Araynys.
Dagoth Araynys - Dirt Regent of Mamaea, called "Evermin" and "Keeper of the Photostatic Numen". Appointed entrant of Vivec by the will of the Sharmat. Chief artist of the Sixth House, memory was his chisel. Turning thought to stone, he created the so called ash statues and propagated them throughout Vvardenfell. Immune to the concept of distance and length, he carved as far as Cyrodiil without impediment. From his etchings we learn the mighty lessons of multiplication and patience needed for awakening dreams.
One of the youngest - full blooded brother of Voryn Dagoth - but older, than Voryn.
inspired by @roumanelli ash vampires design and this topic in particular
Uthol Gilvoth Vemyn Tureynul Odros Endus Araynys Voryn
Author's note: we start with the 'plot' part of pr0n with plot I guess?. this chapter has no sex tho
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Sadara spent some time arranging the part of her room around the bed, which was on the side of the room the walls had been finished in. Desk, chair, bedtable. It was such a small thing to be happy over, but looking at it had th feeling worming its way in.
It was hers, and she did not have to serve anyone here, not like back at the brothel in Ebonheart where it was both where she slept and worked. Here--
--she could almost hear the scolding Azura would give. 'A whore that abases herself for devils! You might have been my champion, and this is what you reduce yourself to!'
Well, maybe she should have chosen someone else then. Someone who didn't fit all the prophecies quite so well...unless this was supposed to happen. She highly doubted Azura would be so angry if that were the case, though.
She had tucked away the robe Voryn had given her to replace the gown he'd ripped. A red one, marked with the sigil of House Dagoth, naturally - and he'd laughed when she asked if everything he'd give her would have it.
"You already know the answer to that question, moon-and-star," he'd added.
She'd slept there all night beside him and woke with him clinging to her tightly. He didn't want to let her go at all, and seemed to set about ensuring that when she DID leave to see the others, she would be well guarded.
"He is paranoid," Gilvoth said, when she mentioned it to him on coming out of the cavern.
"That's rich coming from you," Sadara teased.
He gave just the slightest of smiles at that, but it was the sort of expression that told her she'd pay for that remark the next day, when it was his turn. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
The day off was spent largely in small chores - mending a few rips in the gowns and her bags, checking her supplies for the next week's trip. Learning a better shield spell from one of the ash ghouls, who insisted that even with guards it was best to be prepared.
"Lord Dagoth would have our heads if anything happened to you," he'd made the slight joke that she wasn't entirely sure was a joke, "And should the Tribunal send more of their golden mockeries of Nerevar's magnificence, a shield spell may be the difference between life and...being awakened later, by Lord Dagoth. It is rather painful, unfortunately."
"Have...have you been through it before?"
"No, but Dagoth Gares has."
"The one from Illunibi. I hope he's not upset, I was...not in the right frame of mind to..."
"He understands." The ash ghoul nodded. "In his flesh and of his flesh, as I believe he said to you, and so it has been, has it not?"
"Among other things." Perhaps it was not ideal, but she had accepted that when she said yes to Voryn and spent the night on her knees for him, when she'd said yes and Gilvoth had put the tattoo on her abdomen. It was a thought she'd repeated many, many times since signing the contract. And each time the resolution was the same.
"I have my other duties to attend to," the ash ghoul finally said, "But remember to practice that spell as often as possible. The members of our House will be more than willing to help whenever you have need of them. Oh--and before I forget, Lord Gilvoth had a note for you."
He handed it to her and she went back to her little room to unfold and read it.
This time it is not about your being Nerevar that I wish to question you. This time you will pretend you are a Tribunal spy I have captured, which should be simple enough. You've been collecting information, sending it back...have the story somewhat prepared in your head to make this a little easier for both of us. Or don't. I'll get it out of you regardless. - Gilvoth
That was not quite Gilvoth as she remembered him, but maybe he'd eased up a little bit knowing things were going to be different from now on. Perhaps Dibella had lent her the grace to quiet the madness in them.
Easy.
She went to sleep with the question of what to make up still floating about in her mind.
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Sadara woke in a place she was sure was supposed to be the Heart Chamber.
But there was no Voryn, and no Akulakhan, only a platform where the heart used to be. And yet - yet the sound of the heart beating went on around her, coming from everywhere.
She blinked, and someone appeared suddenly. Someone, or something, more like. A mer that looked Argonian in the face (yet somehow more) was crouched before her, and was bent as if weeping into his scaled hands.
He looked so piteously sad that she couldn't help kneeling beside him.
"What's wrong?"
He turned, fixing the eyes on her as if not expecting to either see or hear her. He reached out with those clawed hands desperately, but they went right through her, and he gave a wail that felt like a dagger in the chest. This was more than just sadness, this was the outcry of complete desolation. She reached out then, but her hands wouldn't stay on him either. It was like trying to grab fog.
A body. I need a body, please...
The voice, or voices rather, rang out all at once in her head. His mouth didn't move at all, and yet the words kept coming.
I have not touched another in eons. I would give anything to feel something that is not pain again.
"I'll find you a body," she said. "You'll be alright."
She was sure it was some aspect of her mind, some part of Nerevar. A nightmare - maybe this was Nerevar's ghost appearing to her however he could? The odd tingle on her face the next morning where the dragon had tried to touch her, though, really made her wonder...
And even if it was something trying to reach for her, what body could she possibly have ready for it?
Too much sujamma. That's all it was. But te doubt remained despite how much she tried to counter it. It was just a normal crazy dream; dreaming near the Heart was probably not good for the mind.
Or so she thought, until making her morning prayer to Dibella, she felt a surety that she was in the right place.
So Azura did not want her here. Dibella did, and that was enough for her.
But why would the lady of beauty and love want her here?
Stayed up all night working on this so I hope you all enjoy my version of the Dagoth family
So here's Ma Dagoth (Merva) and all the bros (Araynys being the oldest and Voryn being the youngest)
I apologize for the doodles in advance but i'll explain them better don't worry lolz
These are pretty much my ocs at this point
Gilvoth, Uthol and Voryn are full blood brothers (as i have it in Chimer culture it's very common to have open relationships/multiple partners. Especially if you are a part of one of the major houses, it was only after the Tribubal began their god hood that Dunmer began to practice monogamy as the tribunal kinda pushed it onto them)
Gilvoth is the eldest and Voryn the youngest between these bros (and to explain the symbols, i decided to have it that the symbols represent their magical abilities which i may explain in a different post)
Gilvoth is a gay man who has an unrequited crush on king Dumac, he also doesn't get along very well with Tureynul (why? Nobody knows anymore)
Uthol is Bisexual and has a dwemer gf named Tann, He's a big mamas boy similar to Voryn. He's terrified of Voryn at times
And Voryn, head of the Dagoth house, councilor and a spoiled lil kid with a crush on his best friend. Do NOT trust child Voryn with scissors if you value your hair.
They both come from a Chimer father (don't have any info on the dads yet so)
Next! Endus and Odros
They're twins! I thought it'd be a cute idea to do so lolz
Both of them are very talkative, love throwing parties and are chubby boys!!
They both hail from a dwemer father who isn't really in their lives much (mainly due to distance + working under the previous King)
Tureynul isn't full blood related to any of the other bros, and somehow he's worse than Voryn at times. Very snobbish and uptight, kinda sour he didn't get picked to be the head of the family
He hails from a snow elf father! Which people are almost confused on how they're related since his dad is super sweet
Vemyn is adopted!
Thought it'd be funni that Uthol just found him on the street and dragged him back home like 'can we keep him pls?'
Possibly the most sane of the brothers, He's just chilling in the corner
And finally the oldest Araynys who was stuck on babysitting duty for a good majority of his life
And is also sour that Voryn got picked to be head of the house, he also has a small big crush on Almalexia. He's currently glaring at Nerevar lol
Tired older bro
They all love their ma !!
I have it that Merva is a very caring and loving woman, though she can be 'mean' at times when it comes to those 'messing' with her family (ex: She wasn't fairly kind around Tann or Nerevar for a bit, until she realized they weren't just trying to get into their house)
She's very proud of all her sons no matter what they're doing with their life, she's a good ma to her sons and to her sons friends
Dagoth Gilvoth - Vassal of Dagoth Ur, called "Scorial Claviger". Bestial in disposition, Gilvoth is quick tempered and depraved. Holding a collection of the still beating hearts of his enemies, he bound their spirits to the service of the Sixth House and presided over all revenants indentured to the Sixth House as wraith liege.
inspired by @roumanelli ash vampires design and this topic in particular
Uthol Gilvoth Vemyn Tureynul Odros Endus Araynys Voryn
Author's note: no nsft this time, but definitely next chapter. :)
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A week passed. Dagoth Ur - no, she kept having to correct herself, Voryn - kept her close, indulging in the collaring and mind-control over and over. He was still half-mad, but when she slept beside him and woke to find him looking down at her, she felt something in him had softened...at least a little.
Despite everything, he was still the safest option, and she'd never felt so treasured.
The tower room was offered to Sadara, it being a safer idea, Voryn said, than perhaps some of the other available spots. She made the joke that having to move things would be cumbersome, and he suggested then setting up walls in one of the rooms in the Inner Facility. The walls would go up around the open pipe, leaving a corridor for anyone who needed to use the thing, and the rest of it was hers.
It was going to be almost too large for her, but she wouldn't complain about that. The bed and a wardrobe were the first things to be added, and the proposed routine was that she would sleep there, and then during the day the construction would happen until she came to bed again at night. Voryn, of course, was eager to have her sleep in his own for as long as possible, as she had been doing for the last week or so.
It was Gilvoth who told her all of this, and to him she made her agreement. It was also him to present the concubine contract.
"I suppose I might have asked for more time, but two days are better than the once yearly I was getting before," he said. "Lord Dagoth is..."
"Possessive."
"To put it lightly." That managed to produce a sort of half smile. "As Nerevar reborn, you are lucky he allows you out of his sight. I imagine it will calm down once he's certain you aren't simply going to vanish, but for now..."
He shook his head and brought out the contract for her to inspect. It was reasonably long, and she read each page as carefully as she could.
One week "on," that was, serving the other brothers, then a day off, then five with Voryn, another day off, and the cycle would repeat. There were provisions for what looked like a generous stipend with a note that Uthol would be her last stop before one of the days off, as smugglers often came to Kogoruhn and it would be from them that she would make any purchases.
She raised her eyebrows only slightly when she came to the section regarding childbirth.
"You would allow me children?" she asked, looking up.
Children had never really been in the cards. Not in Leyawiin when she had been barely getting by, and then not in Morrowind once they dragged her there, and definitely not after going into prostitution. But now? One or two, maybe three...that was a happy thought.
And here, among the Dagoths - they would be safe. Guarded, unlike it no doubt would have been with someone like Crassius. The Dagoths took care of their own.
"It is your choice, of course," Gilvoth said, "Lord Dagoth wanted to be clear about that, but he was equally clear that if you decided in favor of them that he wished at least one of them to be his own."
"Would--would they be bastards?"
"We do not subscribe to the backwards notion of bastardy that the Empire does," Gilvoth replied, "Odros is a bastard, as a matter of fact. So long as they do not make trouble for the family, they are welcomed, given our name, and a place found for them according to their talents."
"That is...a comforting idea."
For half a minute or so as she went over the same page again Sadara entertained herself with the thought. Two or three dark-haired little heads, the means to keep them well fed, never having to deny anything for lack of gold.
Here in the house of devils do I find my joy...
Then she turned the page, and found what she had almost forgotten about.
"Ah, the tattoo. I hope it won't be on my neck, or someplace too...ugly. Where are the usual places when...these are given?"
"The shoulderblade, the small of the back, and sometimes the hip or abdomen," Gilvoth replied. "A place it is seen when indulging. Once or twice I have seen women choose the...breast."
His hesitation was odd, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him shift in his seat.
Oh, he likes that idea...
"The abdomen would be easier to cover up--in case anything should happen when I am visiting Kogoruhn, I mean," Sadara replied, thinking. "I'm sorry for asking, but does Lord Dagoth have a...preference?"
"The abdomen, most likely. I know not why, and will not contemplate it, either."
She couldn't help but laugh.
"The abdomen, then," Sadara said, "Who's going to put it on me, then?"
"Myself," Gilvoth replied. "It may surprise you to hear, but I am also the artist of the family."
"I'll feel better about that, then. Your hand is always steady." She paused, then shook her head. "That...that seems to happen a lot. The more time I spend around you all, the more things like that I seem to recall. It's as if Nerevar is trying to fight his way to the surface and you are all pulling him there."
She kept reading the contract, pleased to see her request to be allowed a small shrine of Dibella was written in. She planned to keep it in her room only, which suited Voryn just fine. One of the 'imperial dog' gods, but as Dibella was Lorkhan's lover, it seemed appropriate. He simply didn't want her exposing the ash creatures to it, which wouldn't be an issue.
Something about it felt necessary, though. She felt, looking at the little handmade shrine after she'd made it, that she had something to do - but what was it? The thought passed, as it kept passing.
It all looked to be in order, and it was a better deal than she would have gotten from, say, Azura, for following her will and doing the prophecies. Azura had never done much more than give her instructions, asking for things to be done in her name - rendering no aid.
The Dagoths demanded much of her time in this contract, but they offered much more. The gold, the room, the protection. Affection, in an odd way, especially from Voryn. She would have none of that if she left - and what, she wondered to herself, would she do then? Spend her time dodging the Temple, become a smuggler, or something else equally dangerous? Try to be a whore, and end up caught by the first savvy criminal who realized who she was?
Sadara took a deep breath as she looked over the last page, at the place she was meant to sign.
"Having second thoughts?" Gilvoth questioned.
"No," she replied evenly, "Just thinking of how angry Azura is going to be."
"Not even slightly?"
"No." she shook her head, surprised at her own confidence. "By every measure this is the...the most sensible course of action. You are all offering the things I've wanted for a long time. What reason do I have to turn you down?"
"The corprus, perhaps. The devilry, as the false gods might say."
"The devils are more kind to me than the faithful ever were," she protested. There was a slight pause then. "Do you think Lord Dagoth would mind if I...made offerings to the Dagoth ancestors?"
Gilvoth didn't speak for a moment, but he was clearly surprised. "Why would you want to do that?"
"The Hlaalu won't speak to me once I...go through with this. I realize it's more so that I belong to House Dagoth after this, but..."
He considered. "I can see no reason why you should be barred from it, but perhaps ask Lord Dagoth. Though if you take my advice, you'll do it after you get the tattoo. He'll find it hard to deny you anything once he sees it."
She signed, and handed the papers back to him, which were then given to an ash poet who carried them out of the room.
"Now," Gilvoth said, "The sooner we get the tattoo over with, the better."
From the way he shifted in his seat she was sure Voryn wasn't the only one excited by the thought of the tattoo.
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Voryn wanted to see it, and he wanted to see it now.
No one said it to her, but when she was told Lord Dagoth wanted to see her the next day, she had the thought right away. The spot was still a bit sore, and looking at it in the mirror gave her an odd feeling.
Even if she wanted to, there was no turning back now. That fact was as plain as the black and red ink now etched into the scarab shape on her abdomen.
She took out a different gown, one with a V-neckline that plunged to the band at the waist, giving a sight at half the tattoo. Then she proceeded in the direction of the Heart Chamber. The moment the door was open and Voryn's eyes were on her, moving down...
A sharp intake of breath. A shift in his step.
She realized a moment later as he stepped towards her quickly, that she should probably have another one of these made. From the eager look on his face she wasn't sure the gown would survive the next hour.
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Be most careful here, the Temple had warned Sadara. For in the seat of their power is the house of devils most dangerous, there where Dagoth Ur himself is found. Worst and most evil of the lot, and more depraved than the rest of his family. Brutal, the last whore had called him. He always tended the wounds he left, but he enjoyed inflicting pain. When she mentioned this to the Temple priest she had been speaking to, he had scoffed and said, "What else can one expect from the Sharmat? He seeks the suffering of all beneath him, to better bring them under his will. Do not let yourself hear his lies, do not let them enter into your heart. Pray and be saved from his influence."
But Sadara had seen plenty of depravity since the move to prostitution, and she felt nothing could really surprise her. And something else - there was something else too, something that told her that surely they were wrong. It seemed moments like that cropped up more and more often as she'd seen each successive brother.
She was beginning to suspect that maybe she WAS Nerevar's incarnate. As little sense as it made for a whore to be so, though...there were too many little moments that made her suspect it. She'd slept in Odrosal - and dreamed, of some sparring match with the two of them. Only...only none of them were the gray that she knew them to be. And nor was she. The arm of hers she saw was golden, and so were theirs...
No. No, I am not Nerevar's incarnate. Because if I am...
No. She would completely forget it, all of it. She was not Nerevar. She was just a whore, coming to do a job - that was ALL.
She hadn't told them, merely thanked them for their hospitality and left.
Now she approached Dagoth Ur, the building. It was ominous, going down the path with the blight storm at its worst so far. Turning that dwemer crank, rushing to get into the door, and finally dusting herself off when she got inside.
An ash ghoul introduced himself as Dagoth Ienas, and after she responded in kind he seemed to nod.
"You're expected," he said.
"Will I be seeing Lord Dagoth or his brother first?"
For all their warnings about the wickedness of the Sixth House, the Temple had also taught her - to give every appearance of deference and politeness.
"Lord Gilvoth," Ienas said. He gave her directions to Gilvoth's 'quarters' for lack of a better term and off she went.
There was a sound in the distance much like she'd heard in the other Dagoth strongholds, a sound like an unceasing engine. And again, there was that feeling of familiarity that she was trying very hard not to let linger. It was all wrong, all of it. It wasn't supposed to look like this!
She found Gilvoth at an easel, finishing the work of a chimer, she assumed himself in the old days. It was magnificent - the red fabric of the robe he was wearing looked as though she could reach out and tug it.
"It's beautiful," she said, forgetting for a moment what she was there for, and then when Gilvoth turned correcting herself, "Lord Gilvoth. ...I'm Sadara. I'm sorry, I couldn't help but admire the painting."
On glancing away from him she noted several other paintings in the room, up on the walls. The outside of what looked like Dagoth Ur the building itself, only instead of merely rock, ash, and lava there were flowering plants and trama root below. Above there were cliffracers nesting, and clouds in the blue sky...
Another, of Nerevar - somewhat like the paintings she'd seen in the Temple, but somehow MORE. Blue eyes, white hair, and the frame of a great warrior lit up with a chest wound.
There were two smaller ones - some of the ash creatures, she thought.
Every one looked lifelike, and she had to apologize once again when she realized Gilvoth was talking.
"I didn't take you for the sort of person to appreciate art," he said, watching her carefully. "What do you have to say of this one?"
He gestured to the one he was done with. She came closer, puzzled as to why he'd ask. The chimer stood tall and proud, lifting his chin as though he were looking down at the viewer. His face...
I know that face.
Gilvoth must have seen the discomfort in her expression because he immediately said, "No need to be shy, as long as you're not vulgar I'm happy to hear talk of what I paint."
"It's not that I think it's bad, because it's not. It's beautiful," Sadara replied, "But...I...I really shouldn't--"
"Go on."
"I know this face. I've seen it somewhere before, I swear I have."
Gilvoth turned back to the easel. "We can continue this conversation, but I would prefer you to be on your knees."
"You want to keep working with me pleasuring you?"
"Call it a test of my skill." There was something almost impish in his expression as he then said words she couldn't quite identify, "Sit, boy."
One moment she was on her feet, the next she was down. All she'd had to do was blink, and it was just--as if her body had just instantly, instinctively obeyed a command she didn't know herself.
And as she moved down before him, he adjusted his loincloth. The moment she had his cock in her mouth there were two more words.
"Good boy."
Sadara felt a rush of wriggling delight at the words, inexplicable, unexplainable. After lavishing it with a bit of attention, taking it deep, pushing it into her throat - there was a grunt and another question.
"Did those words do anything to you?"
She pulled back, "I-I felt good."
"Good how?"
"Like--I don't know, unreasonably happy. The first two I didn't think anything. It just...why do you ask?"
"Keep going, and I'll explain."
(How he could do THAT, she didn't know. How in oblivion could he possibly keep painting while questioning her and getting his cock sucked?)
She obeyed, stroking at him as she lavished the underside of his cock's head with her tongue.
"You see, there are certain things suspected about you. Certain things that may make other members of the family very upset."
"Is this that Nerevar business?" she asked, stopping to suck at the tip of Gilvoth's cock for a few moments. "I don't claim to be Nerevar. I'm just here to do a job, I swear that's all."
She went down again, relaxing her jaw and letting his cock breach her throat.
"You claim nothing, yet...there are many things piling up to hint that you are his incarnate." There was a shift in his tone, almost humorous. "The birthmark, for example. The fact that you took less time to get to each of us than all the others before you. That you recognized Voryn, as he was in the First Era. And..."
There was a groan as she took his cock deep enough to swipe her tongue over the spot where it met his balls.
"And there's the fact that you responded to commands in Ald Chimeris, a language I am quite sure you have no reason to know. Unless you're a scholar in your spare time."
"No," Sadara responded, pulling back again to speak, "I've been learning the lute and know a few songs in the khajiit language, but nothing more than that."
She was quite used to this sort of thing - it was one of Crassius's favorite ways for her to service him, to hold a conversation with her while she was sucking him off. This was easy, familiar...
(Something was missing.)
"I suspected as much." There was a slight grunt from Gilvoth as she took him balls deep a few times. "You're certainly quick, aren't you?"
"Or you're sensitive."
"Could be, yes." He paused, and spoke again a sentence she couldn't understand. "Are you going to be good for me?"
"Yes." The word she didn't know was out before she could stop it. She did NOT know the word she'd just said, had never even heard it before. She swept her tongue up and down, over every inch of Gilvoth's cock it could get to, furiously trying to show (something, frustratingly she didn't know what!).
A moment later his cock twitched, pulsed, and spilled his seed onto her tongue. Sadara swallowed quickly, and moved back - but not before tucking Gilvoth back into his loincloth.
"Yes, I believe you ARE Nerevar," he said, "Up. Now."
She obeyed instantly.
"Voryn will be harder to convince."
"I'm not," she said, "I swear, I'm not!"
"Oh no? Then why did you respond to Ald Chimeris like that? Commands Voryn has used on Nerevar? Commands you would not know if you were not him, that wouldn't affect you unless..."
"I don't want to make him angry," she said, "I want to make it back to the Temple in one piece."
"I know, I know. Stay calm. He may be angry but certainly he'll believe once he's seen you. Stay here."
She obeyed, feeling apprehensive and anxious as she waited. While he was gone Ienas came in with a small meal which she ate gratefully, glad for the distraction.
Then she looked back at the portrait Gilvoth had been working on. Was this Lord Dagoth as he had been - before? Surely if she wasn't Nerevar there wouldn't be this sense of familiarity. The thought of how accurately it was capturing him, of how even the little details were well done.
Gilvoth reappeared as she sat staring.
"He's not happy, not in the least," he said.
"I could have told you that," Sadara replied, "Odros and Endus said--"
"Bear with it," he went on, "He'll be intent on testing you, but so long as you cooperate I see no reason why he should do anything rash."
Somehow that was not a very comforting thought.
"You're expected."
He held the door for her and she went on, further forward. There was a strange fear over and above the one she already felt, as if she were remembering the echo of something long gone. The details were not there, but the feeling remained.
The next door.
And then, trembling, she stood before him. He stood facing away from her, looking at the statue on the other side of the room.
"So, the Temple tries a new trick," he said coldly. "How dare you? How DARE you think to mantle the name of--"
He whipped around to face Sadara and approached. But as frightened as she was she keep her eyes directed where she assumed his own were.
"I don't think to do anything," she said, "I was hired to do a job. Anything else isn't my doing. I haven't claimed anything."
"So the birthmark?"
"I didn't put it there."
"The clear study of the layout of my brothers' strongholds?"
"I don't know shit about House Dagoth's strongholds!" she couldn't help but retort.
"And now you've fooled even my most suspicious brother," Dagoth Ur said. "How DARE you?"
"I'm not the one--"
He spoke now in, she assumed, Ald Chimeris. And from the tone of his voice she assumed it must be something terrible - but while there was again that strange familiarity, there was NOT recognition. She felt she had heard this before, but not in a way she could exactly remember.
Then he stopped, and spoke two words.
"Sit, boy."
At once she went down. But while with Gilvoth she had merely obeyed automatically, this time there was something else.
She looked back up, wriggling just slightly, feeling a quick eagerness that came over her suddenly. An eagerness to please the mer before her that faded quickly but made itself known anyway.
Dagoth Ur stopped dead in his tracks, and lifted a hand to cover where she assumed his mouth was.
When she started to get up, thinking some outburst of anger was coming he came back to himself.
"No. Stay down--where you are."
She moved back down and looked at his retreating back with no small amount of shock.
