Night of the Hist

License, O, License, wherefore art thou not mine? Deny thy Bethesda and refuse thy legality. Just kidding, of course.

“Night of the Hist”

3E 344, 14th of Second Seed.

Modryn couldn’t sleep that night. He had sent his best soldier off to the most dangerous mission he’d ever assigned. It wasn’t even a contracted mission. She wouldn’t get paid if she did make it out alive. It was for the guild though, and he knew they both were fully aware of that. Otherwise, she would never have agreed to start hunting the Blackwood Company in the first place. His mind kept going back to the time he’d spent alone with the woman whilest searching Ayleid ruins for the damned Blackwood Company. Nothing had happened between them, and he regretted that. He wasn’t expecting anything sexual, as his fantasies often were, but he had at least wanted to talk to the woman and say something meaningful to her. Instead, he had acted like a total jerk and angered her. Since the reconciliation, Modryn hadn’t been so mean, nor had Alessia been so hot tempered. Ever since he’d first laid eyes on the woman, she was the sole image of all his dreams. He had imagined her in all manner of states, all ending in sexual bliss. He just wanted to be able to have the woman as a lover, but the Dunmer knew that was a lot, probably too much, to ask for.

He sat there alone, pondering about how he’d ever find a woman to love. At the age of 20, he lost his virginity to a common street whore he’d paid in the privacy of a rundown inn out in the middle of nowhere. It was satisfying enough. Now, though, Modryn just wanted love. He wanted to have someone as his own to make love to freely and intimately. The most desirable one of course would be Alessia Crowe.

There came a sudden knock upon his door. He hoped with all his heart that it was Alessia. When he opened it, he found a fellow guild brother holding a closed-eyed Alessia. She was very still. Modryn’s breath stopped in his chest. His mind was racing even before the man had opened his mouth.

“Sir, I found Alessia Crowe out on the streets of Leyawiin. She was hardly conscious. Now…”

“What?” inquired Modryn hastily, reaching out towards the woman.

The man replied, “…well, she’s still unconscious. I can feel her pulse. She’s hardly breathing, but she is alive. I know she was under your command, so I thought it best to return her to you safely.” Modryn placed his hands upon the woman’s arm. He could feel the warmth of her skin. It unlocked his tight chest, feeling that she was alive. He wondered what could have possibly happened to the woman. The Dunmer took her into his arms and closed the door. He laid her on his bed and kneeled down. He laid his head down, staring at the woman. Her bright blue eyes were shut away in sleep, and her usually rosy cheeks were pale. Alessia’s dark golden strands were a mess over her head, dangling down into her face. Modryn swept these away and continued staring. He slowly moved onto the bed beside her and graced her hip with his fingers.

“So,” he whispered, “this is what it would be like to lay next to you at night. The gods show favor to the man who so lucky that you should choose him to lay down with.” Modryn thought desperately, 'Why can’t it be me?'

The woman stirred slightly as he moved his hands down her side. He instantly pulled them back and jumped off the bed. Alessia groaned and rolled over on her side as if to get out of bed. She looked as if she as going to fall, and Modryn dove towards her, catching her. He had both hands on her shoulders as she shook her head groggily.

“Modryn…O…Oh? No. Oreyn. Yes. H…” she muttered before she somewhat flopped over onto him further. He gently placed her back on the bed. As he started to walk away, she grabbed his hand.

“Wait,” she whispered. There was something oddly sweet and inviting to her demand.

The Dunmer cocked his head to the side curiously and asked, “What is it, Alessia? Are you feeling alright?” He could tell she wasn’t feeling well. Possibly she was drunk. The idea didn’t seem too logical to him, but he had to wonder.

“I need…”

“What?” he asked. She then started to sit up again, only to topple over on Modryn once more.

She said into his ear, “I can’t…be alone anymore.”

“Um, no. You should rest, Alessia,” he said, feeling awkward.

“I can’t rest until I have…”

“What? Have what?” he asked as her eyes started to close once more.

She opened her eyes once more and glanced at him as she said, “…you…here.” She pulled back the sheets on the bed, inviting him in.

He shook his head and replied, “No, you need to sleep.” It was then he started noticing the tears in her clothing. Her bare, peachy skin was revealed in places he’d never seen before. She had half of her armor on still. She then threw her arms around Modryn, pulling him close. The Dunmer’s face became buried in between her two soft breasts. The scent was alarmingly erotic to him. His red eyes opened widely as he pulled back away from the woman. These actions weren’t supposed to take place between the two.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” she said in a sad tone. Then, she added, sounding more seductive, “Take me now you big, strong, handsome piece of blueskin meat.” Modryn stared at the woman strangely. 'She’s obviously drunk from something,' he reasoned.

He tried saying, “I’m too old for you.” However, she simply shook her head and begged him to have her. It was something from a number of his steamiest fantasies of her, but now that it was in this reality, he couldn’t accept. It wouldn’t be right. She pulled off her armor and scooted over in the bed, looking at him with desire.

“No,” he said, “I just can’t.”

“Not even for the Hero of Kvatch? Don’t you think I deserve something? You know, I didn’t get paid to do what I did…”

“Look, it just wouldn’t—” His words were stopped by the sight of Alessia pulling her white brocade shirt off, revealing her entire slim torso only clothed with simple brassiere around her chest. It took him quite the nerve to shake his head. Small beads of sweat formed at his forehead. Alessia smiled and pulled her brassiere right off, determined to get what she wanted. Now, her nicely shaped breasts were bare, right in front of Modryn. His eyes were focused on her soft pink nipples. 'Oh by the Nine,' he thought in desperation. He felt a heat in his loins as he stared at the bare-chested woman before him.

Modryn quickly stated though a gasp, “I’m going outside until you feel better.”

He rushed out the side door of his home and leaned against the low stone wall separating the grassy area from the cobbled street next to his home. He closed his eyes trying not to envision the powerful image of a partially nude Alessia. That’s all his mind would focus on though. Succumbing to his manly desire, he pulled open his pants and grabbed hold of his stiff, blue member. Thinking hard about the beautiful, nude Alessia, he rubbed his callused hands over his penis until he made the final release, and most of his sexual desire passed. He took a deep breath and looked up at the pair of moons. They were close together that night, and the stars were sparkling overhead like they did every night. Modryn finally stood, pulling his pants up, and entered his home. Alessia was still awake, propped up on the bed with one elbow and her chest still unclothed. She still looked as if she wanted him. Her eyes were distant though, not as focused as they were whenever she was listening to orders.

“Alessia, go to sleep now,” he ordered.

“Please,” she said quietly, almost sounding sober, “you have no idea how lonely a hero I am. I…I want to be loved in a way that only a man of your stature could…here in this bed…”

Though he knew she was still drunk from whatever had taken her mind, Modryn began to wonder if that’s how she really felt. Perhaps that’s why she was so loyal to him. He glanced at the woman, seeing the scars that stretched across her body. Those, at least a good number of them, were for him. She bled for the man. Realizing this, he wondered if the least he could do for her would be to give her what she wanted. A conflict of morals and standards and the desire to please the woman began in his mind. His conflict ended as soon as she spoke his name. The sound of it being said so erotically made him change his mind to please her.

He pulled off his shirt and laid next to her, hardly caring what was right anymore. He just hoped she wouldn’t remember anything after she was finally sober. Alessia giggled in excitement as she wrapped her arms around the man, stroking his rippling abs. She kissed his stomach and smiled at the muscles on it. If he had known that’s what had attracted her, he’d have gone without a shirt all the time. Modryn placed his arms around the woman, feeling a fresh new vibe of desire in his loins. Alessia pressed her mouth against Modryn’s; the first kiss he’d received in years. He felt his mouth tingling with passion as he continued to kiss the woman. Clothes were removed in only a matter of minutes, and they were rolling in bed together. Alessia mounted the Dunmer, and surprised him with the unexpectedly good pleasures of her lovemaking. Modryn groaned aloud in pleasure as she continued to moved and sway over him. He stroked her breasts as she moved, and she moaned in response. She finally closed her eyes and cried aloud as she climaxed. Seeing her shudder from the pleasure of her orgasm, Modryn too climaxed, releasing his fluid into her. He felt deeply satisfied, but he prayed that night that no one would know about the love they had shared and that she wouldn’t bear a child because of him.

She woke the next morning in his bed groggy and confused. Modryn was anxious as he watched her rise from bed as he was seated at his table. There was an odd grin on her face.

“I…I feel weird,” she said. Finally, she noticed Modryn seated across the room staring at her and yelled, “Ah—Modryn, sir!” She pulled up her sagging shirt and laced up her pants. Her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.

Modryn quickly asked, “Nevermind that. Do you remember anything?”

“No…I really don’t,” she stated, trying to think. Suddenly, she remembered seeing goblins on fire by a river and people too. It was an odd memory. Then, she remembered talking to the Khajiit Blackwood member. The image of a strange bottle filled with a dark, syrupy liquid surfaced. “I had something to drink,” she stated distantly. She sat on the bed and placed her hand on her chin. Her eyes blank and expressionless in thought.

He inquired, “You were drinking?”

“No,” she answered, “they gave me—what was it? It had a strange, foreign name. Like…Wist or Shist…”

“They’re using Hist?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s…incredible,” remarked Modryn.

Alessia furrowed her brows and inquired, “What is?”

“They somehow have Hist sap. It’s quite the marvelous stuff anyway. Gosh, I can’t imagine what it would do to a non-Argonian though…”

“Well,” she replied, “I think I can tell you.”

Modryn nodded and said, “Indeed. Now that we know what their real power is…we must do something about it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need time. Come back tomorrow night.”

“Alright.”

With that, she left the building. Modryn heaved a small sigh, thankful that she did not remember what had taken place the night before. He was almost ashamed of himself, but then again, he lived out his most erotic fantasy. He thought to himself, 'Alessia is Dibella’s sweet blessing to me, I swear.' Thinking about his night with Alessia made him go a bit hard. With a small grin, he pulled his pants down and began stroking himself pleasurably. Thoughts of Alessia’s sweetly pink breasts caused the heat in his groin to grow. Remembering how he made love to such a tight, virgin sex caused him to finally release his load of virility into his waste pail. He sat alone with his pants still open, thinking of the woman fondly, hoping somehow to get her to love him.