This is a Skyrim fan fiction. High Elf Vaerra, is new to Skyrim coming from the Summer Set Isles and is wanting to better herself from the peasantry she was raised to become one of the highest officials in the Thalmor. But to do so she has to master...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
After becoming the Executioner for the Thalmor Embassy in Skyrim I became more involved with the hierarchy of the Thalmor and had to return to the embassy more often. This ranged from making public appearances to going to lavish parties that I hated. Usually these kinds of things I left Lucien and Kaidan alone in the city for short periods of time, with some kind of babysitter, like Corzair or a few of the older men from my brigade. Lucien did not need to see the beheadings I preformed for the Thalmor just as Kaidan did not need to see me torture men and women younger than all of us for information.
Most recently there was a pair of Stormcloak spies that made their way into the Embassy as Slaves to be used and fucked until they were useless, well the woman caved surprisingly easily with Ondolemar, his gentleness with her made her favor him instantly, while my harsh handling of the man brought fear to many of the other Elve's eyes. Ondolemar was able to get the woman to confess the plan of them infiltrating the Embassy was to get into the prison and find the true dragonborn, since there was no way an Elf really was such a thing, according to Ulfric Stormcloak, the leader of the rebellion. After days of torture and even some demonstrations of how Dragonborn I truly was the man was left singed and bloodied. Finally he caved as well, saying that Ulfric had wanted routes of our men and the Imperials, thinking that he could take out major patrols while at their weakest passages. The Stormcloak's wanting to fight so dirty infuriated me, bringing my wolf incredibly close to the surface on more than one occasion with the Nord. The smell of his blood and fear was enough to keep her tame but was also the reason she was going so feral. My hand finally found his throat, using Choking Grasp no longer as pleasurable as actually feeling his pulse jump in my hand as my nails sunk into the sides of his throat. Elenwen stood behind me, just watching calmly.
"You tell me who his first targets were and I will let you see the light of day. This is your only chance to save yourself." I snarled as the grip tightened.
"O...oka...okay..." he gasped, waiting for my grip to loosen some, which it didn't. "F..fal..falkre...falkreath tea..mmm," he stuttered through the grip, barely wheezing the words out of his bruising windpipe. My nails sunk deeper as my grip tightened in anger. That was my team. That was my men that he was targeting. "K..kkillll... wh..who... killed... Th..Thorin..."
"The one that attacked in the snows near Helgen?" I asked, growing impatient with his desperate breaths. He opened his mouth to speak, making me hold him tighter again. "Just nod you idiot. Was that the general who attacked Fort Neugrad?" He nodded, lips growing dark, slowly reaching the same shade as his throat under the edges of my fingers. I looked back to Elenwen, seeing if she wanted anything more from the worthless want to be a soldier. When she lightly shook her head I unlocked his restraints and drug him up from the basement through the Embassy and out to the snow. Everyone followed including Ondolemar with the Nord woman held close to him. The sun reflected off the snow as more gentle flakes fluttered in the soft wind. Throwing the Nord to the snow, I stepped back, watching as he gasped in the chilling air, feeling the eyes behind me watching my every move. Let them watch.
